Athena's P.O.V.
I crinkle my noise in disgust at the smell of vomit, blood, urine, and feces all mixed together, as I lean against the cement wall and watch the beta from The Midnight Pack get tortured by Sean. I've never cared for coming down here because the smell is so horrific, but I guess as luna, I need to get accustomed to it. Other lunas don't have to deal with the violent side of pack relations, they only deal with events, paperwork, schedules, and pack member's job duties. However, I'm no ordinary luna, so my duties have a wider range. Callan tried to make me go back to the pack house and relax, figuring that whatever I did to our attackers earlier took a toll on me, but surprisingly, it didn't. I'm not sure why I don't get as tired lately when using my powers at full force
