I walked into the pack hall with my head high, despite the heaviness in my heart. A week had passed since I'd learned of my father's death, and the grief still clung to me like a second skin. But it had also hardened something inside me—a resolve that wouldn't bend or break.
Today was my first official day attending to Luna duties since my hospital release. The large room was already filled with she-wolves of various ranks, their conversations dying as I entered. Their eyes tracked me—some curious, others openly hostile.
I wore a simple blue dress that matched my eyes, my blonde hair pulled back in an elegant twist. Gone was the meek Omega who used to scurry along the walls. Today, I would claim what was mine by right, whether they liked it or not.
