Ascension of a Gamma
She raised a brow at him while maintaining her pose, not really knowing what to expect.
“You know -,” he began, taking her hand before adding, “- you were born in the pack, raised by the pack, and you will die in the White Lake Pack, missy. You’re one of us, and you know it.”
She watched him take off his ring and offer it to her. It was a blackened silver with a wolf-head sitting on top, a lustrous black pearl trapped in between its open mouth – the Alpha’s ring. “And you will stay, because you’re the pack’s future Luna,” he said, smiling.