The Unprepared Luna
Well, it appears that it already is.
After the ceremony, we had food laid out. Mom and Emlyn sent some sprites to help ours, so there is plenty of food to go around. I’m glad because with everything else going on, I hadn’t even considered that we’d need food to feed so many. But I should have. I’m this pack’s Luna and I need to be the one thinking of these things, even if I’m suffering my own grief.
The day after Alpha Anders and Luna Calista’s funeral, everyone who hasn’t left, heads back to their packs. All of our packs are grieving, and we still have a witch out there who may or may not attack us again.