Olivia's POV
I signaled one of the guards at the door to step forward. He gave me a respectful nod before addressing the hall.
"Any she-wolf with a matter to present before the Luna, step forward now," he announced.
For a moment, no one moved, and I could sense the hesitation rippling through the crowd. Then, a young she-wolf, probably no older than eighteen, nervously made her way to the front, her hands trembling slightly.
I offered her a gentle nod. "Speak freely," I encouraged, softening my tone to ease her nerves.
She hesitated for a moment before speaking. "L-Luna, I… I wanted to report that my mate has been refusing to provide for our pup. He spends his time drinking and gambling instead of working, and we're running out of food. I've tried speaking to him, but he just… gets angry."
Anger flared inside me at the thought of a mate neglecting his family, but I kept my expression calm. "What is his name?"
"Troy, Luna."