Elena & Tiffany
Elena
Every Luna of any respectable pack had her own personal guard unit. I had never used mine, so the unit had been reassigned to the regular patrol team.
But they were the only force I could command, and with the attack coming up, I heeded them back.
That afternoon, I made my way down to the guard barracks, where I found the captain of the patrol team. I managed to catch him just as he was coming from a meeting.
“Ciel,” I said, matching his long stride. “I’d like to speak with you.”
The aging guard, his salt-and-pepper hair and the cragged scar across his cheek betraying years of dedicated service, merely said, “I’m busy.”
I tapped the pin that was now proudly on display on the front of my blouse. “Too busy for your Luna?”
Ciel hesitated, his
