The Luna's Choice
and rerouting patrols as needed when the scouts returned, exhausted and filthy from the early morning terrain. Whether I liked it or not, I was a Luna in training. Ethan, meanwhile, watched in silence, interrupting now and then with a scathing order or reprimand. Even though I detested how much I depended on him, I couldn't deny how his presence helped me stay steady. The pack was gathered in the main hall by noon. At the front, Ethan stood with the map unfolded with warriors leaning in, their eyes sparkling with eagerness and excitement. Even though my legs hurt from racing back and forth all morning, I was standing tall next to him. Ethan said in a quiet voice that cut through the whisper