Tanya's POV
"How did it taste?" Dante implored as I lowered the cup and handed it to Ralph.
"Bad," I gagged. The metallic taste hanging on my tongue as the liquid flowed down my throat. "I wonder how vampires do this."
"They get used to it I guess." He shrugged and whispered. "You should say something brief."
"Um," I cleared my throat. Inhaling a deep breath I switched my sight to the congregation who were all silent and waiting after they hailed me as their Luna.
"It's an honor to assume this position. I know, in many ways, I don't deserve it," I eyed my hands which I had no idea were twitching in nervousness. "I let you all down, and for that, I have no excuse."
"I promise I won't take this for granted." My eyes diverted to Leo as I recalled his exact words. He smiled at me in return and gave an encouraging nod. "You are my pack, and I your Luna."
