Samara

The moment I arrived, I could feel it, this pack’s desperate need and desire for a Luna. I don’t know if it’s because I’m Roman’s mate, or I’m just in a heightened state of awareness of the emotions around me, but the moment I stepped into the crowd, I could feel them relax. They are soaking me in like dried out sponge that’s getting water after being shriveled up for much too long.

The feeling in the pack isn’t neglect, it’s that they are missing their heart. That’s ...