What kind of Luna could she be when she'd failed at the most fundamental thing, protecting her own children?
Dakota pulled her knees up to her chest, wrapping her arms around them in that defensive posture that was becoming familiar. Her throat was tight, her eyes burning with tears she refused to shed.
"I can't be what you need," she whispered, the words cracking halfway through. "Honestly, I can't take on that role of Luna. I can't....."
She stopped, trying to find words for the overwhelming inadequacy crushing her chest. "Silver Ridge was small. My father's pack only had five Alphas total under his leadership, including him. It was manageable, simple, nothing like....."
She gestured vaguely at the window, at the vast territory beyond. "Nothing like this. You're not just an Alpha, Kade. You're an Alpha King. You have how many packs under your command? Dozens? More? That's... that's not something I can handle."
