« Apologies for my Alpha, » Gamma Scorian says, his tone calm yet formal. He steps forward, extending a hand toward her. « I’m Gamma Scorian, at your service, Luna. »

Her brow furrows, and she shakes her head quickly. « I’m not your Luna, » she says, her voice tinged with disbelief.

Scorian’s lips tug into a small, knowing grin. « I believe Braxen might disagree with you on that, Luna. »

« Enough with the Luna nonsense, » she snaps, ...