Semua Bab Reborn As The True Luna: Bab 91 - Bab 100

Astrid’s POV“What happens when Lance decides he’s tired of being Beta and wants to be Alpha?”“That won’t happen.”“You can’t promise that.” I held her gaze. “Ambition doesn’t just disappear because you made a deal. Eventually he’ll resent taking orders from someone he thinks is less qualified”“You’re more cynical than I expected.”“I’m realistic. I spent four years watching pack politics destroy people. I know how this ends.”“Then make a different choice.” Her voice went gentle. “You don’t have to do this alone, Astrid. I know what it’s like to be a woman in pack leadership, to have every decision questioned and every mistake magnified. Why not have someone who understands that standing beside you?”“Because you’re not offering to stand beside me. You’re offering to stand in front of me while I provide the title you can’t claim yourself.” I leaned back. Silence stretched between us. Skylar’s pleasant expression finally cracked. Oh here we go. “You’re making a mistake.”“Maybe. B

Astrid’s POVThe engines roared and suddenly we were accelerating, the world blurring past the windows. Then that stomach dropping sensation as the nose lifted and we were airborne. I white knuckled the armrests until we leveled out and the seatbelt sign dinged off. Wow. “You can relax now.” Amusement colored Davian’s tone. “See? Smooth.”“That was terrifying.” I breathed through both nose and mouth. “That was physics.” He unbuckled and moved to a small kitchen area. “Coffee? The pilots stocked fresh pastries too.”“Coffee sounds good.”He prepared two cups with practiced ease, bringing them back along with a plate of pastries that look freshly baked.“This is insane.” I said again looking around the jet’s interior. “Flying in a private plane to visit pack territory. A month ago I was dying in Anthony’s pack house.”“A month ago you didn’t know you were an Alpha heir married to someone with excessive transportation habits.” He settled back into his seat. “Things change quickly.”“I

Astrid’s POV“The hearing is in nine days. After that, if the Council rules in my favor, I’ll need help rebuilding. Establishing authority, organizing the pack, figuring out how to actually lead.” I said sounding more confident than I feel. “You’ll have it.” Elder Thaddeus spread his hands. “Every wolf at this table has been waiting fifteen years for this moment. We’re not going to fail you now.”“What about wolves who aren’t loyal?” I asked. “Ones who might prefer Skylar or who’ve made lives elsewhere?”“There are some pack members who joined other territories permanently, who won’t want to uproot their families. And a few who genuinely believe Skylar’s claim is stronger.” Vincent said leaning forward. “We can’t force anyone to return if they’ve found homes elsewhere, I won’t demand they give that up.”“That’s gracious,” another elder said. “But it means rebuilding with a smaller pack than what existed before.”“Then we rebuild small and grow over time.” I looked around the table.

Astrid’s POVI looked down at my paws to see them white as usual but they were larger paws than I remembered, sitting flatter against the earth with more weight behind them.I moved to where a small stream caught sunlight and looked at my reflection.My wolf was beautiful in a way I’d never been before. Larger than I remembered with fur so white it was almost luminous and eyes that has shifted from my usual amber to a silver that glowed faintly at the edges.An Alpha wolf! A real one!!I shifted back, the return to human form bringing a rush of cold air against suddenly bare skin. Davian handed me the jacket I’d shed before shifting without a word.“I didn’t know I’d be that different.” I said with a frown.“Serra tried to tell you.” He was still watching me with that careful expression. “Your wolf responded to the bond and the removal of Anthony’s magic. She became what she was always meant to be.”“She’s big.”“She’s Alpha sized.” He paused thinking. “And white. The Silvermist blood

Astrid’s POVThe war room looked different at eight in the evening. Someone probably Mara, has brought a plate of cookies and set them on the corner of the massive strategy table. A pot of coffee sat beside them along with four mugs. Davian stood at the head of the table reviewing notes. Daniel and Ian sat on one side, both in casual clothes since this was technically offhours preparation. Daniel was eating a cookie with the focused attention. “Sit.” Davian said when I entered.I sat at the single chair positioned across from all three of them. The lone person facing three interrogators.“Before we start” Ian said sliding the cookie plate toward me, “you should eat something. This is going to take a while.”“How encouraging.” I took a cookie anyway.“Ground rules,” Daniel said, his tone shifting to something more professional. “Everything we throw at you tonight is something the Council will actually say. We’re not inventing scenarios to be cruel. We’re preparing you for reality.”“