Celeste took up her bags off the floor and waved at the doctor. "Thanks for saving my life and also for the early discharge."
"You're soon to be Luna, you don't have to thank me, I'm just doing my job as the pack doctor."
Luna? Celeste wanted to laugh at herself but smiled at him instead. The b*****e around her arm proved that she wasn't Luna material, but maybe this doctor's conviction came from the solidity of words. If so then...
"I'm not a future Luna, my position has yet to be confirmed. I'm an omega, the bottom of the hierarchy, you don't have to show me respect...my rank is lower than yours."
With that, she gripped her bag straps tighter and walked pass him. She wasn't going to be the Luna of the pack, she wouldn't entice the idea or give the pack members hope. They didn't deser
