Chapter Eleven

Willows POV

I shift my weight from one foot to the other as I wait for this awkward introduction to be over. I understand the politics behind Ronan announcing me to the pack as their Luna, but I hate being the center of attention. I would rather bury my head in the grass and wait for it to be over.

“You may rise,” Ronan announces to the pack who was still obediently bowing their heads as a show of respect to their leader, “Pair up and start your warmups.”

Not paying too much attention to what the rest were doing, I began to stretch my limbs on my own, bringing my left arm across my chest while pulling it closer to me with the right. Then I switch sides and do the same with my right.

I look up and catch Ronan watching me, amused. I ignore him and begin stretching my legs, one after the other before sliding down into a scissor split, holding it for a few seconds before standing up and repeating the same with the other l