Cara’s POV
The Bluecreek Pack loomed ahead of us. The fortress ahead of me was nothing like the pack I grew up in. Its borders are marked by tall trees and a faint trail of smoke rising from within. From what I have heard, they were a combination of the Alliance. The merging of different neighboring packs and their Alpha into what they called the Alliance. It was them that led the attack on the mafian wolf pack. We had come for our revenge.
I stood on a small hill overlooking the whole pack. the weight of the moment pressing against my chest. Behind me, a sea of rogue warriors stretched far, and they faced a mixture of determination and uncertainty. These were my people now, the Mafian Wolf Pack. The ones that remain to be exact. They had reluctantly accepted me as their Luna, and I knew some of them still doubted me.
But I would prove them wrong.
Garreth stood at my side, his presence a steadying force. He had become more than just an ally, and more than a friend, he was my anchor in
