Mary Ann’s POV
“I will not choose between the three packs.”
My own voice echoed through the High Moon Council chamber.
Then silence followed.
I remembered saying those words.
I remembered exactly where I had been standing.
Ironclaw’s council chamber.
Representatives from three packs staring at me as though my life could be divided into neat pieces for their convenience.
Ironclaw.
Mooncrest.
Nightveil.
Choose.
As though choosing one meant the others would simply stop being part of me.
Now the same words were being used as evidence that I wanted to rule them all.
High Elder Magnus Thorne leaned forward in his seat.
“Would you care to explain, Luna Volkov, why a woman who claims she does not seek authority over three territories declared that she would never choose between them
