The Midnight River Pack had only just begun to rebuild after three long years of chaos and loss. They were still standing on unsteady ground, struggling to regain the respect they'd once commanded.
What they needed now were strong, capable leaders who could project that strength to the world—who could remind the other packs and races that they weren't to be trifled with.
And Addison? She couldn't offer them that. No matter how Beta Greg looked at it, she wasn't a symbol of power. She was a variable—an unpredictable risk at a time when they could least afford one.
As much as the pack needed a strong Alpha to lead them, they equally needed a powerful Luna—someone who could stand beside their Alpha, guide the pack with wisdom and strength, and one day bear a stronger Alpha bloodline that would become the hope and future of their people.
Thinking about this, Beta Greg couldn't help but furrow his brows in frustration. A wave of repulsion washed over him at the thought of Addison.
