Raygan POV
She was in her father’s office looking at the list of lost lives and sighed heavily, they’d lost 63 wolves themselves today. It seems the Cold Moon had learned a better way to train their warriors over the years. Their skills had improved since the last war.
Her stepmother was already out there within the pack, consoling grieving pack members, doing the Luna's job. She was good at it, and the pack liked her. Raygan had no bad opinions of the woman. She was a gifted second chance mate to her father, and they loved each other.
She’d been a Deltas third daughter, a warrior for her pack before coming here. She would often go out and fight in the smaller battles if she felt like it. Didn’t laze about either, trained the juniors in hand to hand and ground fighting. Liked still bei
