His Rogue Luna novel Chapter 34

I would have to ensure there was peace within the werewolf communities and that they were all abiding by the law. Thankfully I wasn't the only spirit wolf as there was a few more scattered across the world, doing a similar job as I was.

Of course I needed training and a lot of meditating which wasn't always easy but I eventually got the hang of it.

Eventually, I would have to succeed Diana and I would have to meet the elders of all the packs and the other spirit wolves in a presentation ceremony. There was still a while to go so I didn't dwell on it.

"Artemis, I'm proud of you," the words surprised me as I snapped from my thoughts look back at Diana. "I've seen you grow up and change into the striking young woman you are now. I've never had any children, but I consider you my own," I couldn't stop the tears that welled in my eyes. I shuffled closer to her and wrapped the smaller woman into a tight hug, inhaling her sharp scent.

As I held her, all I could think was that it would hurt so much when her time was up.

Genevieve's POV

The Phantom Pack were a proud pack and after all the centuries of hard work, they had every right to be. We had a considerable amount of land with lush wildlife, hundreds of members, an impressive army and great wealth.

However, none of that truly mattered. It never did, but now it was more than apparent that those things are not what defines a pack.

It's their leader, their alpha that defines the entire pack.

Right now, our alpha was going insane. He was wild, almost feral with the mate bond crushing down on him. He was always a man of few words before, but now he was incomprehensible, speaking only in growls and snarls as his wolf fought to emerge at every second.

He wasn't much of an alpha.

His grandmother would try help but the frail woman was afraid of her own grandson and avoided him after he lunged for her throat in a tirade of anger. Aerin tried to console him too, no doubt to try and mate with him, but he ended up snapping her neck and she remained in hospital, recovering.

Needless to say, he was long gone past civil conversation. Only one person could help him but we had no idea where to find her, where to begin searching.

"Beta Female, what shall I do about the new orphans, they have no beds to sleep on," A woman complained. I sighed, rubbing my temples as a dull throb began to settle there.

"Send them to the empty bedrooms in the pack house for now," I suggested. The woman pursed her lips but nodded reluctantly.

"And the overcrowding children's ward?" She asked. I fought the urge to groan out loud.