“Luna Clara,” he greeted with a bow.
“Elder Marc,” I replied, not bowing.
“Please, sit,” I said calmly.
We both sat. I crossed one leg over the other and just looked at him for a moment.
“So, may I ask why you summoned me today?” I asked, my voice even, authority grounded. I was taught differently now—no one outranks the Luna except her mate. So this elder was a subordinate, and I treated him like one.
“Yes,” he began. “I wanted to ask if you are prepared to take on the duties of the Luna of the Red Blood Pack.”
“I see,” I said slowly, studying him from head to toe.
“And that is why you wanted this audience?”
He nodded.
I sighed. “I only just returned, Elder Marc. And I will do everything possible to support my husband however I can. You don’t need to worry about me.”
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