The following day, a million people were in my house. They woke me up from a dead sleep. I quickly got dressed and pulled my hair up in a ponytail. I went downstairs to see the entire pack in my house. Who the hell do they think they are?
They were all trying to shake my hand or tell me how happy they were that Alpha Dennis had finally found his luna. So many scents were floating around that I couldn't even snuff out my mother or father. When I finally found her in the kitchen, she was busy making food for all these people. She wasn't their cook, and it upset me. They were all disrespectful to me.
"Mama, what are you doing cooking for all these people?" I asked angerly.
"Oh, Luna, you're awake," my mother said, shocking me. She called me the name I hated the most. I wasn't the Luna of t
