The Moonstone Belongs to Another She-wolf
Compared to a domineering, fiercely possessive she-wolf like me, the gentle, elegant, and dignified Grace was the perfect fit to be the pack's Luna.
Eleanor had never liked me, but because Raymond adored me, she had never been able to voice her complaints. Now that Raymond chose Grace, it suited her desires perfectly.
"Wonderful, wonderful. Is this the daughter of the White Pine Pack Elder? How beautiful. Come closer and let me look at you," Eleanor said.
Blushing with shy compliance, Grace allowed Raymond to lead her by the hand before Eleanor.
After chatting for a few moments, as if suddenly remembering something, Grace touched the moonstone necklace around her neck and looked at me with a