Katrina's POV
Four hours later.
The night is dark as ink.
We arrive at the Harris’ Pack. A bunch of his pack members stand in front of the pack, welcoming me and calling me “Luna.” I feel tears roll down my cheeks as others have so respected me in my life.
"Luna! Luna! I made you a card! See! I even used different colors and I drew a picture of everyone in the pack!" A little girl says with excitement on her face. She looks around 7 or 8, and she is absolutely adorable. She's tugging on my dress and trying to show me her card.
"Thank you so much," I say as I take the card from her hand.
Harris has introduced me to a lot of people, but there's still so many more people. I learned that the little girl who gave me the card earlier is 7, and her name is Fiona.
After the introduction fin
