Chapter 7 A Better Luna Than Her
All this time, she had done her best, enduring and sacrificing because she believed she owed the pack and Alpha Zion a debt. But looking back now, she questioned if that debt had ever truly been hers to bear.
When she took over as Luna, the pack had already been on the verge of collapse. They had lost their former Alpha, Zion's father, and while the entire pack was consumed by grief, war raged on at the front lines, not far from their borders.
Being situated at the edge of werewolf territory, right next to the vampire lands, had never been a concern before.
Midnight River Pack was the second-strongest pack, surpassed only by the royal family, who had been blessed by the Moon Goddess herself.
As guardians of the border, they had stood as an impenetrable shield.
But the sudden death of their Alpha had struck a devastating blow to Midnight River Pack. Many of their core warriors had fallen alongside him on the battlefield, leaving the pack vulnerable, leaderless, and on the brink of ruin.
And in the midst of all that, Addison had stepped in, not because she had sought power, not because she had wanted this responsibility, but because someone had to hold everything together.
Along with his death, some of their allied packs began to withdraw from their alliance, turning their backs on the Midnight River Pack at their most vulnerable moment.
Worse still, these so-called allies took advantage of the former Alpha's absence, cutting off cooperation and ceasing the supply of rations, supplies they were meant to provide.