Astra's POV
Astra hit the ground hard, pain shooting through her shoulder. The full moon run had been a disaster. While the other wolves raced through the forest with grace and power, she had tripped and fallen, unable to keep up.
"Again," Alaric ordered, standing over her with his arms crossed. His blue eyes were cold as ice. "A proper Luna must be able to lead the pack, not fall behind like a pup."
Astra gritted her teeth and pushed herself up. Her body ached from the night's run, and her head was still spinning with questions. After the run, she hadn't been able to meet with Elysia at the willow tree or leave with either Kael or Damon. Alaric had kept her close, watching her every move.
"I wasn't raised in a pack," she snapped. "I didn't have anyone to teach me."
"That's why we're here now," Alaric said. "To fix your... deficiencies."
