Friday’s POV
Elizabeth, Maze’s Mom, made sure to announce all the things I should be but wasn’t as a Luna in front of a room-full of people. My wolf was snarling.
Assert yourself! You are a true Luna twice over. She was never truly anyone’s Luna! How dare she?
I knew she was hurting and I reminded her of that situation because I looked so much like my mother, the woman engaged to Elizabeth’s husband. They had not even divorced yet because Elizabeth despite being served the papers had refused to sign.
Maze’s POV
“Good morning, Luna Elizabeth,” said Friday softly. She went to sit at the table and began putting out some food for herself.
“Aren’t you going to serve my son and Thaddeus first before yourself?” Asked my mother, referencing an archaic custom of the Luna plating the Alpha’s
