Luna stood in the center of the council room, surrounded by a sea of hostile faces. Her heart pounded in her chest as she met the accusing glares of her pack members.
Their eyes were like sharp knives cutting into her skin, feeling as though she had been cast into a pit of vipers.
The air was thick with tension and anger, the only sound the low growls emanating from the wolves that flanked her father, the alpha of the pack.
Luna knew that this meeting would not go well. She had known that her decision to stay bonded to Damian would not be well-received, but she had not expected this level of hostility.
The pack had turned on her in an instant, labeling her a traitor and a danger to their safety.
Luna took a deep breath, trying to steady her nerves. She knew she had to remain calm, to explain her side of the story, no matter how difficult it might be.
