"Your mother explained that Jenna will take your place, blending your scent with hers. She'll represent you at the Blood Shadow Pack as Lionel's Luna. Understand, dear, this is an arranged marriage to maintain harmony between our packs. You, being rather ordinary and quiet, wouldn't make a suitable Luna according to them. Lionel might lose interest and leave you, causing strain between our packs. Jenna, on the other hand, was born to lead." Mod gently touched my face, but her touch lacked warmth. "I'm sorry, but your father's decision stands. You must accept it, my child," she said, her voice tinged with sadness. She turned away, instructing the doctor to proceed with the procedure. Despite my tears and pleading, she refused to look back. The sharp needle pierced through my skin, taking with it not just my blood, but also my identity – my scent, my mate, and my name...
