All female

Minutes later, Morgan sat in the chair, trying to embrace the role she’d been thrust into, the door clicked open. Sophie entered the room, a laptop cradled in her arms, and approached the desk with a soft, almost hesitant smile.

“Luna,” she began, her tone respectful but warm, “the board has gathered, and I wanted to see if it was alright to brief you quickly before we head in.”

With a faint smile, Morgan felt a small wave of relief wash over her. Sophie was proving to be more of an ally than she’d anticipated, and having someone who seemed genuinely on her side was a comfort she hadn’t expected. She nodded, gesturing to the chair across from her. “Of course, Sophie. Please, go ahead.”

Quickly, Sophie set the laptop down gently on the desk and took a seat, opening the device and pulling up a few documents. “So, just to give you a quick overview,” she began, her fingers flying across the keys, “the board consists entirely of females. They’re all daughters of some of the most influential wolves in the pack. Each of them holds a significant amount of power and influence within the company and the pack itself.”

Pausing, Morgan raised an eyebrow, intrigued. “All females?”

With a weak smile, Sophie’s fingers paused over the keyboard as Morgan’s question hung between them. She looked up, her expression a mix of nervous calmness.

“Yes, Luna,” she said softly. “All of them are females. I know it might be a bit unusual, but it’s just how things have evolved over time. They’re all quite influential, and their support or opposition can significantly impact how things run here.”

Subconsciously, Morgan noticed the way Sophie’s eyes darted to the screen and back to her, her usual confidence replaced by a more anxious demeanor. It was clear the topic made her uneasy. Sophie cleared her throat and clicked on a slide, pulling up a presentation that displayed the names and positions of the board members.

“The first one here is Isabella,” Sophie began, pointing to a photo of a striking woman with sharp features and an air of authority. “She has a strong influence on financial decisions. She’s known for being very analytical and direct.”

With a small nod, Morgan tried to absorb the information while also catching the subtle way Sophie’s fingers trembled slightly as she clicked through the slides. Sophie seemed to be focusing intently on the presentation, but her nervousness particularly oozed off her.

“Next is Clara,” Sophie continued, clicking to another slide showing a woman with a warm smile. “She’s in charge of the company’s marketing and public relations. She’s very charismatic and well-liked, but she can be a bit unpredictable.”

Holding back her tongue, Morgan noticed how Sophie’s voice wavered just a touch, making her words seem more hurried than usual.

“And then there’s Marissa,” Sophie said, moving to another slide. “She’s involved with our legal affairs and contracts. She’s known for her meticulous attention to detail and is a bit of a stickler for rules.”

As Sophie continued to call the names, Morgan studied the slides, but her attention kept drifting back to Sophie’s anxious expression. It was clear that this presentation was more stressful for her than it let on. Her nerves were starting to affect the way she spoke, and Morgan couldn’t help but feel a pang of suspicion.

“Thank you for the overview, Sophie,” Morgan said, her voice softening. “I can see this is important to you.”

Shutting the laptop, Sophie looked up, her eyes meeting Morgan’s with a mix of relief and gratitude. “Yes, Luna. I just want to make sure you’re prepared. The board can be... a bit intimidating, but they’re reasonable if you approach them right.”

“I appreciate that. I’ll do my best to make a good impression.” Morgan offered a reassuring smile.

As her face lit up, Sophie seemed to relax slightly, her shoulders lowering as she nodded. “I’m sure you’ll do great. If you need any help or have any questions, just let me know.”

Picking up her phone, Morgan stood up, feeling a newfound sense of willpower. “Let’s head over to the meeting room then. Time to face the board.”

“Of course, Luna. Right this way.”Sophie said, her nervousness giving way to a determined look.

As they left Alex’s office and walked through the corridors of Lupine Industries, Morgan felt a mix of nerves and anticipation. The support from Sophie had bolstered her confidence, and she was ready to step up to the challenge, knowing that she had at least one ally who seem to truly believed in her.

Silently, Morgan and Sophie navigated the bustling corridors of Lupine Industries, the sounds of busy employees and the low hum of activity surrounding them. Each step seemed to echo with the weight of the moment, but Morgan kept her focus forward, taking deep breaths to steady herself.

As they approached the large conference room, Sophie glanced over, her face a blend of nerves and encouragement. “The board is already seated,” she said quietly. “They’re ready for you.”

Side-eyeing her, Morgan nodded, giving Sophie a reassuring smile. “Thanks for the heads-up. I think I’m ready.”

Calmly, Sophie opened the door, and they walked into the room together. The board members were seated around a large, polished table, their eyes turning to Morgan as she entered.

“Good afternoon, ladies,” Morgan said, trying to keep her tone confident and approachable. “I’m Morgan, and I’m honored to be here today as the new Luna of the Moonblood Pack and the leader of Lupine Industries.”

The tension in the room immediately sparked at the sight of the confidence Morgan exuded as she stepped forward. The women seated around the table were each powerful in their own right, their gazes sharp and scrutinizing as they assessed their new Luna. But Morgan had been in leadership positions before, and she knew better than to let the hostility unsettle her.

Stepping beside Morgan, Sophie cleared her throat softly. "As is customary," she announced, her voice steady despite the undercurrent of nerves, "we stand to greet the Luna."

There was a brief, almost imperceptible pause as the board members exchanged glances. For a moment, it seemed like they might resist the tradition, but one by one, they rose to their feet and bowed slightly. The gesture was respectful, though Morgan could tell it was more out of obligation than genuine warmth.

With a nod of acknowledgment, Morgan walked calmly to the head of the table, her movements deliberate and composed. She felt their eyes on her, but she didn’t waver. She took her seat, her back straight, her posture confident.

“Please,” she said, her tone smooth and inviting, “take your seats. I know we have a lot to discuss, and I believe it’s better to do so as allies rather than adversaries.”