Lyla
Alpha Renwick scoffed, leaning back on his chair and stroking his beard.
"So, you would deny your late husband's wishes? I find it curious, Luna Vanessa, that you chose this moment to voice your objection when you had all the time in the world to fight against this when Alpha Logan was alive."
My mother didn't flinch. "That was before everything changed," she said. "And curious or not, it's my right. I don't think any of you in this room has more blue blood than me here. I come from a lineage of pure Alphas. My ancestors all married men and women with Alpha blood."
She turned to Nathan, pressing her lips into a thin line. "My husband may have chosen you, but this pack requires an Alpha who understands its deepest traditions, and who possesses true strength."
Then she turned to the Alphas, her cold gaze sweeping all over the room gain.