It had been a week since Alpha Ronan's funeral, a week since life had changed forever. Dad had taken over as Alpha of the pack. He had to instate a Beta to take his pace, he had to pick his warriors, had send word to neighboring packs, he handled this all with ease, he had already been taking care of most of them before he was chosen to be our new leader. Dad might have been accepted as Alpga, but the ceremony thst would bind him to the pack, the ceremony thst would turn him into an Alpha still needed to be done.
The hustle and bustle was wearing on me, but I had to stay strong for the pack and for my family. None of us were having it easy. A week might have flown by already, but the wound was still fresh and their was still a haunted look in both my parents' eyes.
Mom was the new Luna. The role suited her, just like dad's suited him.
