7. Ayr

I needed that breath of air. I didn’t need my forehead smashing in. She used a fucking rock, the murderous little savage.

The evening's dinner was just as bad as I anticipated. Luna Elle doesn’t have the faintest idea about her pack. Just as the reports suggested. Her leadership can be be boiled down to pretty dresses and jewellery. I don’t need my food on gold plates when I rarely have a table to sit at in my own packhouse.

Every question I asked about the land, defences, and plans to improve was snatched up by the eager Elder Brent. My Betas were right to worry about their influence.

Blatantly plying Luna Sana with drink and grovelling over Luna Elle. It’s a strange set-up. Luna Sana’s eyes drifted over us all, like picking a chocolate from a box. Which one of us will take her fancy?

Toying with my wine glass during a never-ending dessert course, I concede Raphael and Lucas had done their jobs well. The Kallio pack is the perfect acquisition for us.

This Luna is out of her depth