Their Warrior Luna

“White halls, white tile floors, pep rally signs, and that unrelenting mix of stereotypical groups that are typical even for supernatural schools, and all of The Chicken Soup for The Teenage Soul books my mother has gifted me over the last few weeks as summer break neared its end wasn’t enough to prepare me for this. Years of homeschooling in the comfort of my home down the drain because of one bullshit test the alpha requested, which landed me in my senior year in this private hell of a high school where my brother and every other ranking member in this pack attends, My mother has always bragged about how brilliant I am, but I thought it was just something she liked to say because she is my mom. I sighed as I navigated the crowd winding in and out of broad shoulders and clouds of perfume.”