When we returned to the packhouse, the cook had prepared a meal for us in the dining room. I settled at the table with Axel but pulled out my laptop while we ate.
"What are you up to?" he asked, glancing at the screen.
"Well, it just hit me that I have no clue how many people I’m the Luna of," I replied.
"You want to track down all my packs?" he inquired.
"Yeah. Are they all logged into the system like I did for this pack?" I asked, my curiosity piqued as I looked at him.
"No, they’re not. That was the next task I was going to ask you about. But they are all documented in this folder," he said, handing it over to me.
An A4-sized folder was bursting at the seams, packed with countless pages. I closed my laptop and began leafing through the book it contained. It detailed the towns he o
