Avery Monroe moved her hands with practiced grace, the silver rings on her fingers catching the moonlight. She signed that if her presence as an advisor bolstered the Montgomery Pack’s standing with the Northern Alphas, she was bound by the Mate-Contract to assist.

"You’re factoring the pack’s prosperity into your decisions now?" Hudson Montgomery asked, a dark eyebrow arching.

Avery met his golden eyes, her fingers flashing a sharp retort: Isn’t that the duty of a Luna? To provide the strength the Alpha lacks in diplomacy?

"I have told you before," Hudson replied, a weary sigh ruffling his dark hair. "You are the Luna of the Silver Ridge. You do...