MARIE

I still could not believe it.

I was an aunt.

An actual aunt.

When my brother told me he had a child, I thought he was joking. Alpha Tristian? A father? My cold, serious, always-in-control brother?

Moon really has a sense of humor but the moment I saw her, I understood everything.

Claire.

Our heir.

Our little Luna.

She was sitting on the big couch in the pack house like she owned it already, tiny legs crossed, her chin lifted in that proud way that reminded me too much of my brother ...