The Unprepared Luna
I feel Malin tense beside me.
“Luna,” one of our pack members says, stepping forward. “We wanted you to know that we don’t care if you can’t cook.”
“Yes, we can help teach you, if you want,” another pack member says excitedly.
The first pack member continues. “We, all of us, wanted you to know that we’re so happy to have you as our Luna. The food doesn’t matter. You protected us during the war. You could have gone to your home pack, but you didn’t. You stayed here, for us. You held us while we cried, you spent time with our pups when our grief kept us from doing it ourselves. We’re all so sorry we hurt your feelings, Luna. But we wanted, no we needed you to know that we love you and we’re so