I whirl to face her. "That is not behaving," I growl in a deadly voice. "You are going to meet my pack—your pack. If you give them a chance, they'll welcome you with warmth and hospitality. Can you stop with the suspicion and give them the benefit of the doubt?"
She glares at me, extends her hand, and stiffens. I take her hand and lead her across the sandy clearing. Everyone is waiting, watching my new mate, a wolf they've never met. No one even knew she existed, since we don't hunt in panther territory, where her mother retreated after leaving the pack eighteen years ago.
The rest of the pack—Adolfa, Lobo, Borris, Bleddyn, Chann, Trixie, and the others—form a half-circle.
"Jacksonville Pack," I announce in a loud, clear voice. "Meet my True Mate, Luna."