The Bloodmoon Claim
A familiar figure sits in his chair, his presence radiating authority, while Ulric stands slightly to the side, neither in front of him nor behind him.
“Ah, this is the girl,” his father speaks, voice sharp.
Ulric opens his mouth to respond, but I gather my courage and step forward.
“Hello, Alpha Wolfhart. I am Maya Reynolds.” I hold out my hand to shake his.
I am the future Luna. I will be respectful—but I will not be humble. We. Are. Equal. I tell myself, steadying my breathing.
He seems taken aback. But he leans in, shaking my hand firmly. I notice Ulric shift slightly, uncomfortable, watching his father touch me.
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