Chapter Twenty-three

Storm's POV

"Bianca, what are you doing here?" I asked. She turns and the smile dies on her face. Her face goes cold and she narrowed her eyes at me.

"What are you doing here?" She redirected the question at me.

" I volunteer here. I help with the children."

She snorted. " Help doing what? Singing and dancing? Is that the job a real Luna does?" Amanda laughed, and the room went silent. I gritted my teeth. Oh, Bianca, you want to play ball, let's play ball.

" I thought the job of the Luna was to help the people of the pack, are you trying to say that the children are not part of the pack? Do you mean that the children of our pack members who will grow up to be the next generation of strong lycans are not worth the time of the Luna? Was that how you acted when you were the Luna? Tsk tsk, that's so insensitive." I said in a slow but loud voice. The women's eyes widened and some of them began to whisper amongst themselves.

Bianca was red in the face. She opened her mouth to speak but