CHAPTER NINE

Celia had been battling the idea that she could be Luna of the Knox settlement, but after Atlas’ words, the battle was lost. She had to accept that whether or not Marcel rejected her as his mate—the feeling was mutual—she was Luna of the pack.

The next morning, she found herself sitting at a round table in the Alpha’s cabin—a cabin that had once belonged to Nicholas. If she had been told two days ago that she would occupy one of the seats that made decisions for the pack, she would have laughed hard.

Yet this was her reality.

The table was silent, its seats occupied by Atlas, Jon and Indra. Oh, and Celia. A minute later, Marcel walked out from a room, stretching and yawning as he did. His hair was a mess, his eyes weary, and still that face might charm anyone.

“Are meetings always going to be this early?” he asked tiredly as he slipped into a seat.

“You can leave if you don’t like it,” Jon, who was sitting across from Marcel dared to say, causing the spectators of that exchange to sti