*Ember*
A gaggle of girls surrounds me, giggling and carrying on. It’s extremely uncomfortable, and I wish there was some way that I could escape from this attention.
But… I have nowhere to go.
“So… Emory,” a blonde girl says, blinking her eyes at me, “are you excited to be the next Alpha of Fire Pack?”
“Sure,” I reply, even though I know Emory is not–and neither am I. “I can hardly wait.” Seems like the sort of thing I am supposed to say since I’m attending the Alpha Academy and all.
“And have you given any thought to the next Luna of your pack?” a redhead asks. She’s smiling at me in such a way that she almost looks pained, like she’s trying too hard. It’s difficult for me to imagine being like these girls, practically throwing themselves at a stranger because he’s going to be an
