Emily’s POV

I tried to walk away, but Drake grabbed my wrist, stopping me in my tracks. His grip was firm, yet gentle, his warmth seeping into my skin.

"Emily," his voice was rough, filled with frustration. "Why are you trying to step down as my Luna?"

I closed my eyes, willing myself not to cry. "Because I don’t have a choice," I murmured.

Drake pulled me closer, forcing me to meet his intense gaze. His dark eyes searched mine, demanding answers. "That’s bullshit, and you know it. You’re not just my Luna—you’re an Alpha of the Lucan Pack. You can’t just give up!"

I exhaled sharply, shaking my head....