While he was likely right, there probably were Lunas that didn’t fight or stand beside their Alphas in combat, no one remembered them. The ones people remembered, whose names lived on in history books, songs, and paintings, were the brave ones who didn’t run.
“You don’t have to lie,” I said. “The cowards’ names don’t get printed or enshrined. We only remember the strong.”
But it wasn’t for the history books that I wanted to help this pack. It was for Damien, to stand beside him throughout anything and everything. It was for our children, so they could have a positive female role model. And it was for the pack itself, which had become my home.
And it was for myself.
If I ran, how could I not think less of myself?
He hung his head a moment in defeat. “But they lived. That’s important to
