In the last twenty-four hours, I got to know the Lunas a little better. Of course, I remembered the majority of them from the time when they were my mother's companions, but I was too young to pay any real attention to them then. The majority of them are what you would call classy. They are the perfect image of grace and power. But somehow those are the ones that make me the most uncomfortable. I feel clumsy around them. The way they sit, the way they talk and move, even the way they raise a teacup to their mouths.
Fortunately, I have Daria with me now. Me and Daria were good friends when I was a princess. Her father is a Beta and she was a little older than me, as she already found her mate. He was the second son of Alpha Tom, but since his older brother tragically died, her mate became
