In the days that followed, a heavy tension settled over the pack house, so thick it felt like it could be sliced into pieces. The Council repeatedly requested private meetings with Raven, each time emphasizing the urgency of choosing a Luna for the pack.
“Alpha, a pack cannot go too long without a Luna,” Elder Hector said, his voice low but firm. “The she-wolves are growing restless. They need a figure to look up to, a symbol to steady their hearts.”
“Evelyn Dermot is the most reasonable choice,” another elder added. “She’s intelligent, comes from a good bloodline, and most importantly, she’s always been loyal to the pack.”
Raven sat motionless in the Alpha’s chair, his cold gaze fixed on the large window. Outside, a massive oak tree swayed gently, its peaceful green canopy a stark cont
