#Chapter 392 Baby in the Photo

Judy’s POV Selene corrected my shoulders for the fourth time. “Head up, but don’t be too proud,” she said, moving my chin with two fingers. “You must demand the space. You don’t ask for it. Your packmates cannot see you weak.” I did as she said, though I felt uncomfortable. Her practice felt outdated; I wasn’t sure how well the pack would handle me “demanding” space. But Selene seemed like she knew what she was talking about, which was strange to me because technically she wasn’t a Luna. Sure, her mate had Alpha and Lycan blood, but they turned their backs on the system years ago. They never wanted to be an Alpha and Luna, and they really didn’t want to be overseen by one. Then again, Zachary and Selene did oversee a small group who also turned their backs on the system and weren’t stupid enough to become full rogues. I tried to relax my jaw, but I failed. The parlors' polished floor reflected every awkward angle back at me. I’d been standing, sitting, walking, curtsying,