THE CHUBBY LUNA THEY REJECTED
A dozen wolves already sit around a heavy table, Elders mostly, their faces carved into the particular stillness of people who've decided their opinion of you before you've even opened your mouth.
Osborne sits at the head, jaw tight, eyes flicking to me the moment I enter. He doesn't smile, and he doesn't need to. His presence alone seems to hold the room in check, though I can feel the pressure of a dozen stares crawling over me anyway, weighing every soft inch of me the way they always do.
"The Luna joins us," one Elder says, voice dripping with something too polite to be respect. "How generous of her to grace this council."
A few low chuckles ripple around the table. I keep my spine strai