Luca's POV
"What exactly does a Luna do?" I ask Damon over breakfast.
Rian's in a border meeting, leaving me with the Beta for "Luna orientation."
"Support the Alpha, mediate pack disputes, organize social events, basically be the pack's heart while the Alpha is its strength."
"That's vague and terrifying."
He grins. "You'll figure it out. The pack already loves you."
"They don't know me."
"They know you make the Alpha happy. That's enough."
A young wolf approaches—teenager, nervous energy. "Luna? Can I... can I talk to you?"
"Of course." I gesture to the seat beside me. "What's wrong?"
"My parents are fighting. About me. About my future." She twists her hands. "Dad wants me to be a warrior. Mom wants me to go to college. They won't listen to each other."
"What do you want?"
She blinks. "No one's asked me that."
"Well, I'm asking. What do YOU want?"
"Both? Maybe? I love fighting, but I also want to study art history." She looks miserable. "Is that stupid?"
"Not at all. Why can't you do both?"
"Because—" She stops. "Can I?"
"Why not? Train as a warrior, pursue education. Be both." I squeeze her hand. "Your life doesn't have to be one thing. It can be everything you want."
Her smile is brilliant. "Thank you, Luna."
After she leaves, Damon looks impressed. "Natural Luna instincts. The pack made a good choice."
"Rian made the choice."
"And the pack accepted it. That's rare for a human mate." He stands. "Come on. More pack members want to meet you."
The day is exhausting—meeting wolves, learning names, hearing concerns. By evening, my head spins with information.
Rian finds me in our bedroom, collapsed on the bed.
"How was your first day as Luna?" He lies beside me, pulling me close.
"Overwhelming. How do you remember everyone?"
"Practice. Years of it." He kisses my temple. "You did well. Damon told me about the teenager. That was perfect advice."
"I just said what made sense."
"That's what makes you good at this. You're genuine." His hand slides under my shirt, finding bare skin. "Proud of you."
"You're biased."
"Extremely." He rolls on top of me, eyes amber. "But also right."
His kiss is heated, possessive. I arch into him, already wanting more.
"Someone's needy," I tease.
"I haven't touched you all day. That's torture." His mouth trails down my throat. "Missed you. Needed you."
"We live together. You saw me this morning."
"Not the same as having you under me." He nips my mark. "Let me remind you who you belong to."
"Possessive Alpha," I gasp as his hand slides lower.
"Your possessive Alpha."
I can't argue. Don't want to.
Later, tangled together, satisfied and drowsy, he holds me close.
"Think you'll like being Luna?" he asks.
"Ask me again after I've mediated my first pack dispute."
He laughs. "Fair enough."
But honestly? I think I might.