Mary felt her heart thundering in her chest as she walked towards the clearing for what was going to hopefully be the last time.
Her wounds weren't close to healed but tradition took priority at this time and now...her pack was celebrating their new leader.
All around her people were staring at her, whispering about her as she walked by. The wounds on her back was throbbing but she ignored that as well.
John was standing in the front, along him were most likely his parents. He was surrounded by her grandfather's remaining console, it would be up to him whether he kept the same counsel or chose other wolves but for the sake of tonight, they were the ones there.
John looked up almost immediately and smiled at her, a bit of relief on his face. There was a touch of guilt there as well and Mary looked away, not wanting to deal with that.
She tuned out the speeches and everything else, her fingers were twitching slightly and she wished that she could just go home and sleep for however long it took for her back to heal.
Finally they stopped talking and the first wolves in front started to kneel and now came the time she had least looked forward to.
All around her wolves started to kneel in front of their pack leader, pledging their loyalty to him and to the pack. As John walked through the crowd each wolf kneeled, bowing their heads low. As John came closer to her and her parents she felt her heart skip a beat as she decided on something.
John was inches away when her parents kneeled down. She didn't glance at them, keeping her head up high, she didn't kneel, keeping her back up straight.
Her parents were looking up at her, her mom reached for her to try to tug her down as well. Mary easily slid her arm away from her moms grip and kept looking forward, the only one not kneeling as John came closer. His eyes widened for a moment before he smiled once more.
"Mary Campbell." the healer of the pack hissed at her. "What are you doing?"
Mary smirked, staring John straight in the eyes.
"We both know that I'm your equal." Mary said, calmly and firmly. "We both know the truth."
John was smiling at her, a light in his eyes as he stared at her. It lasted for another moment before he slightly tilted his head towards her in a small bow and then continued forward through the pack.
Slowly the rest of the pack knelt to John, accepting him as their leader. Mary was the only one still standing, back straight and shoulders back despite the pain it caused her. There was more muttering and more disapproved whispers around her but she didn't care.
She made her point.
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