Selene’s Point of View

The journalists' whispering huddle was barely subdued to preserve the appearance of decorum amidst the blinding camera flashes. With my hands folded neatly in front of me and my chin angled just right not too haughty, nor too meek—I stood at the podium. Composed, the way I'd been trained all my life.

It was my idea to have this press conference. It must have been the worst thing that I was losing Marcus, losing ground, and losing importance. I had to remind everyone who I was if I wanted to maintain my position. The dignified, well-spoken, and composed Luna-to-be. In times of uncertainty, the pack needed...