The sun had barely risen over the horizon when Jeffrey sat at his desk, the letter to the council lying open before him. His decision had been made, and there was no turning back now. He read the letter one more time before folding it neatly and sealing it with the pack's crest. It was simple, direct, and to the point: he had chosen Hannah as the temporary Luna of the pack, a decision he believed was for the good of everyone while they awaited Kenneth’s return.
It still felt strange to him, the idea of someone else filling that role—even temporarily. Kenneth’s absence was a wound that hadn’t healed, and it gnawed at him constantly. But the pack couldn’t remain leaderless forever, and Hannah had shown time and time again that she was capable of protecting them. She was strong, loyal, and t
