After the Rejection I Became His Luna
I asked.
“Ready, Mama,” they chorused.
Our delegation walked to the Grand Hall together. Maya, Dax, Ghost, Thomas, Jace, and a dozen Crescent Ridge warriors. We looked like what we were—a unified force, ready to defend our Alpha and our way of life.
The Grand Hall was packed. Every Alpha attending the summit was present, plus their key pack members. Easily three hundred wolves, all waiting to watch me either triumph or fail spectacularly.
The judges sat at a raised table—Alpha Chen offering me an encouraging smile, Alpha Morrison looking stern and disapproving, Alpha Blackwood carefully neutral.