Gregory's POV

It had been over seven months since Stephanie walked out of my life, and with each passing day, I felt like I was losing pieces of myself.

My wolf was always on edge, pacing, howling, and snapping at everything.

We were both restless and miserable.

The silence in the packhouse was deafening. I had stopped attending pack and council meetings. I no longer trained the warriors or joined the full moon hunts. I had stopped caring.

Everything was falling apart.

The elder council kept pressuring me to take a new Luna.

They claimed the pack needed stability and that our reputation was declining. Without a Luna, I risked...