Amara’s POV.

I acknowledged Gamma Ralph with a nod when he greeted me as we stumbled upon each other on a Sunny day. My brow furrowed when I noticed a group of pack helpers nearby. Everyone appeared to be preoccupied with their work in broad daylight.

Is there an event coming up that I don’t know about?

“Excuse me,” I said as I strolled over to one of them.

I blinked as she backed away a few inches, looking at me with sheer terror before bowing down. She looked like she was going to damage her spine. She didn’t have to go overboard.

“L-Luna,” she stuttered. She seemed so scared...