The Alpha In My Dream
Huge bonfires roared in the center of the clearing, casting dancing, orange light against the ancient trees, while the music of lutes and drums provided a primal heartbeat to the festivities.
For most, this was a night of celebration. For me, it was a debut in a theater of lions. Tonight, the girl who had spent three years hiding in the shadows of her own grief was being presented to the world. I was no longer just Molly, the orphaned daughter of a fallen Alpha; tonight, according to the proclamations of the pack, I was the daughter of the Luna.
The title felt like a heavy, gilded collar around my neck. As my mother led me through the crowd, her hand firm on my elbow, I felt the weight of a
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