Zendaya's POV
From the moment I stepped into Raven's claw pack, I was an outsider.
The whispers trailed behind me like shadows, their curious gaze cutting into my skin like tiny blades. I knew this mating wasn't going to be easy. Only a few accepted me, and most didn't bother hiding their disdain. I hadn't expected to feel like a ghost, unseen. Unwanted.
Still, I wasn't going to back down.
If they wouldn't accept me as their Luna, then I would prove myself worthy. I wasn't some delicate flower plucked from the Craven pack. I'd done my share of chores back home, scrubbing floors and cooking meals. I could earn my place here.
The scent of baked bread and simmering stew greeted me, a comforting reminder of home when Mum was alive. I rolled up my sleeves and stepped inside, ready to help.
But the moment I entered, silence fell.
