Kayla
I stared at the guard in shock. “I don’t need a babysitter.”
“Alpha Nicholas’s orders, Luna.” The guard—a tall, broad-shouldered man with dark hair cropped close to his scalp—stood firm. “I’m to remain by your side today.”
“This is ridiculous,” I muttered, running a hand through my hair. “I’m perfectly capable of taking care of myself.”
“I understand, Luna, but I have my orders.”
I straightened my spine, summoning what little authority I could muster at the moment. “As your Luna, I’m ordering you to return to your regular duties. I release you from Nicholas’s command.”
“Alpha Nicholas warned me you might try that,” the guard replied, unfazed. “He instructed me specifically not to obey any orders from you that contradict his own regarding your safety. I apologi
