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 how it was in my parents’ pack. Even at a young age, I watched my mother providing love and comfort to our pack. My father was a loving father, not only to me and my siblings, but also to the pack. But nothing compares to a mother’s love and compassion, and this pack has been missing that.
I’d been focused on meeting
