Chapter 7: The Luna Who Cannot Lead

Clara's POV

Three days pass before I gather the courage to venture beyond the guest wing again. Three days of room service trays left outside my door and stilted conversations with Damon when he checks on me. Three days of feeling like a prisoner in a golden cage.

I can't hide forever. If I'm going to survive in this world, and after overhearing that conversation, survival is definitely the goal, I need to find my place in it.

The pack's communal kitchen buzzes with activity when I arrive. Women move around each other with practiced ease, chopping vegetables, stirring pots, their conversation flowing like music. Children dart between their legs, laughing and playing games I don't recognize.

It looks normal. Almost human.

Until they notice me.

The talking stops first, then the chopping. One by one, they turn to stare at me standing awkwardly in the doorway. A little girl with dark curls tugs on her mother's apron and whispers something that makes the woman's face harden.

"I was wondering if I could help," I say, hating how my voice wavers. "With the cooking, I mean. I'm not great in the kitchen, but I can learn."

Silence stretches between us like a chasm. Finally, a middle-aged woman with graying brown hair steps forward. She's pretty in a wholesome way, with laugh lines around her eyes that aren't laughing now.

"I'm Marie," she says politely. "Beta Damon's mate."

"Clara." I attempt a smile. "I know this is unusual…"

"Unusual is one word for it." The voice belongs to Helena, the woman whose conversation I overheard yesterday. She's even more intimidating in person… tall, elegant, with the kind of bone structure that belongs in magazines. "Tell me, Clara, what exactly do you know about pack traditions?"

"Nothing," I admit. "But I'm willing to learn."

"Are you?" Helena's smile is sharp as a blade. "How refreshing. Most humans assume they can simply waltz into our world and change everything to suit themselves."

The barb hits its mark, but I refuse to back down. "I'm not trying to change anything. I just want to help."

"Help." Helena tastes the word like it's sour. "And what makes you think we need help from someone who doesn't even understand the most basic principles of pack hierarchy?"

"Helena," Marie warns quietly. "She's trying."

"Trying isn't enough." Another woman joins the conversation, older, with steel-gray hair pulled back in a severe bun. "In our world, Luna is not just a title. It's a responsibility. A calling. You either have the strength for it or you don't."

"I have medical training," I offer desperately. "I could help with injuries, illnesses…"

"We have healers," the older woman cuts me off. "Wolves who understand our physiology, our needs. What could a human doctor possibly teach us about our own bodies?"

The dismissal stings, but I press on. "Maybe I could help with the children? I worked in pediatrics during my residency…"

"Our children are not your concern." Helena's voice could freeze water. "They need to learn pack ways, wolf ways. Not human weakness."

A little boy, maybe six years old, chooses that moment to trip over his own feet, scraping his knee on the kitchen tiles. He starts to cry, and his mother rushes toward him, but I'm closer.

I kneel beside him, instinctively reaching for the wound. "Let me see, sweetheart. It's just a scrape…"

"Don't touch him!" The mother, a woman I don't recognize, snatches the boy away from me like I'm infected with something contagious. "Keep your human hands off my child!"

The words hit me like a physical blow. I rock back on my heels, staring at the woman's terrified face, at the way she clutches her son protectively.

"I was just trying to help," I whisper.

"Your help isn't wanted here," Helena says coldly. "Perhaps you should go back to where you belong."

"This is where I belong." The words come out stronger than I feel. "Kael brought me here. We're... connected."

"Connected." Helena laughs, a sound like breaking glass. "You think sharing his bed makes you one of us? You think physical desire creates the bonds that have held this pack together for centuries?"

Heat floods my cheeks. Of course they know about Kael and me. In a world where people can smell emotions, privacy is probably an illusion.

"The bond between us…"

"Is a curse," the older woman interrupts. "Nothing more. You'll discover that soon enough, just like the others did."

Others. There's that word again. I want to ask about them, the women who came before me, but something in their faces warns me off.

"I think I should go," I say quietly, backing toward the door.

"Good idea," Helena agrees. "Run along back to your room. Leave the real work to those who actually belong here."

I turn and flee, their whispered conversations following me down the hallway. I catch fragments…"pathetic," "weak," "won't last a month"...before I'm far enough away that even supernatural hearing can't reach me.

In the safety of the guest wing, I collapse onto the bed and let the tears come. I thought I was prepared for rejection, but this feels worse than David's betrayal. At least he had the decency to hurt me in private.

Here, I'm being dissected by an entire community, found wanting in ways I don't even understand. I tried to help, tried to find my place, and instead I was treated like a disease they're all trying not to catch.

The bond with Kael pulses in my chest, a constant reminder of what brought me here. I wonder if it's enough. Can love… if that's what this is survive in a world where I'm seen as nothing more than a walking disaster?

My phone buzzes with a text from my clinic. Emergency surgery scheduled for tomorrow morning. Dr. Martinez needs backup.

I stare at the message, and for a moment I can almost taste my old life, the respect of my colleagues, the satisfaction of saving lives, the simple pleasure of being good at something important.

Here, I'm just a human who doesn't understand pack hierarchy. There, I'm Dr. Clara Veyron, someone who matters.

The choice should be easy.

But as I sit in this beautiful prison, feeling the bond with Kael hum beneath my skin like a second heartbeat, I realize nothing about my life is easy anymore.

I came here thinking love would be enough to bridge two worlds. Now I'm discovering that some gaps are too wide to cross, no matter how strong the connection between you and the person on the other side.

Maybe Helena is right. I should run back to where I belong.

Before I destroy everything Kael has built trying to pretend I fit into a world that was never meant for me.