Dennis gathered us into the large hall in the castle with a grim look on his face. It looked like we took more than we wanted to bite on with the number in the hall.
"Can I get everyone's attention?" Dennis said, raising his hand at the group with the noise dying down.
I moved closer to Damian, watching him smile. I was okay knowing he was by my side, taking it as the best thing to have ever happened to me.
"It looks like we've gotten ourselves in a bit of a pinch with a neighboring pack," he said as he stood in the center, staring at all of us.
"We told you we did not need to save these people with problems we have on ourselves," someone said from one side of the hall.
That was when I realized we were segregated, and I was the only one with Damian sitting with the new people.
"There is no time for us to talk about things that we should have done or do. We have them in our hands right now, and we can not cast them out of our midst," Dennis answered as he looked around.
One burly boy from my side stood with his brown muscles. His hair shone orange under the candlelight. "We did not plan to become burdens to you, but we cannot move over to alpha Hector's pack. It is a fate worse than death, and we'd rather die than do so."
The group with him murmured their assent, refusing to leave the castle.
I stood, staring at everyone in the room. "We can not push them out to fend for themselves with both humans and alpha Hector tracking them."
"I agree with her," Damian said as he stood up next to me.
"You would always side with her. Everyone knows you are in love with her, Damian. "They laughed at him while he held on to the back of my throat."
I stared at the person with eyes glowing, watching him as he retreated into quietness.
"We do not mean to throw them out, but to find ways to make everything work together for us. Food rations will drop," Dennis said as he looked around the room like he was looking for who would support him.
"We have lived in a worse time with even worse food rations. Literally running away from being hunted by humans. You cannot say a thing about living space because we know this castle is big enough to host four legions," Damian countered.
"I still stand on what I have to say. We cannot leave them here....."
"Luna," a girl cried, moving through the crowd to hold me. The crowd stopped their murmurs as they looked at the girl holding me.
Everyone murmuring in the room stopped, staring at the girl and her antics.
"Let go of her," Damian said as he tried to push the girl away from me, but she refused to budge, dropping on one knee while she held onto me.
"My mother told me to search for a girl bearing this insignia of a wolf chasing its tail, and if I found you; I should follow you as my luna," she said with joy flooding her face.
"I'm not Luna. You have me mistaken, lady. I do not have alpha blood flowing through my veins," I said with a nervous chuckle as I stretched my hands, looking at everybody in the room.
It seems that was what everyone wanted as none of them claimed to have alpha blood, with the highest being those with beta blood, and Dennis was the one with the purest of beta blood.
"You are not sure of what you say," I said as I tucked the Crescent medallion into my clothes.
She pulled out a medallion from her clothes with the sign of a wolf chasing after its tail. "I am from Crescent pack, same as my mother before she passed away."
I could feel all the surrounding eyes on me. It felt like there was a longing in all of them when they realized.
"Are you sure about this?" Dennis asked as he stepped forward.
She turned to look at him, putting the medallion in front of her. "There are only three medallions of this type, and this one I wear belongs to her mother. At least that was what I was told."
Dennis dragged a silver dagger from his hand with Damian jumping in front of me. "What do you think you are doing?"
"What do you think I am doing?" Dennis asked as he tried to get to me.
"You want to keep your position as the leader of this pack even when you know there is someone who has the blood of an alpha?" Damian asked as his fangs flipped from his lips.
"I need her blood," Dennis said. "Why would I want to kill her when her presence here means we can actually be a pack?"
Damian's eyes widened in surprise as he moved away from me. "I didn't know."
I sighed as I walked out in front of me, holding my palm to Dennis.
"There is no need to check for it," the girl said, but it seemed her words carried no power as everyone gathered around the fire, watching the drama.
"What if she is not the one? She might have seen the medallion on anyone's chest and took it for herself," Dennis replied the girl as he stared at me.
I nodded my acceptance as I barely remember anything from when I was little except for all the time I ran from hideout to hideout, barely escaping death from each attack.
"Ready?" He asked as he put the edge of the knife on my skin.
I closed my eyes, flinching as the knife slashed my skin. It hurt deeply, as it was a silver dagger, but it did its job.
I opened my eyes as the wound healed with my blood dripping on the ground while everyone in the room dropped to a knee.
"All hail the Luna," Dennis said as he dropped to a knee, holding out his silver dagger to me.
I could see the look in their faces as they waited for my answer. "I cannot be your luna. It's not possible," I stuttered, finding my words stuck in my throat.
"Your blood pushes you to the forefront." Dennis said as he took my hand, putting the blade in it.
My hands shook as I stared at them, knowing my words would be final if I accepted what it was they gave to me. I turned to Damian, watching as he nodded at me.
"I agree," I said as I raised my hand to the air. They stood with me, solemn looks on all as everyone dispersed from the place, leaving Dennis and Damian in the room with me.
"You are the leader of our pack now. What next?" Dennis asked, looking around the room to let everyone know he had relegated all powers to me.
