Will felt like his head was about to explode, especially since he was mediating the whole chaotic situation in the pack. Having the former alpha about to die, his supposed sons about to rip their own throats out claiming both the position that rightfully belonged to them and also the she-wolf who was their mate. All that would bring gray hair to his already light hair, through which he ran his hand, feeling it soaked with sweat. He was going crazy.

But first things first. Solving the issue of the pack's alpha that was the most important thing, after that would come the Moon. He wondered why the Moon Goddess had given those two wolves to someone like Clara. A flawed female, with hardly any personality and who would rather stand in a corner taking punishment than rise up in all her splendor. That he had always detested about her. Even if she was half blind and had had a bit of a rough childhood from what he'd heard, she might at least have more willpower, but nope. To have someone like