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It was late morning by the time Nilo and I finished planning the dates for the festival and the major details. I’m going to have him and the secretaries plan the minor details when he returns, but he has done enough to write up a decree, declaring an annual holiday and festival in honor of my mate.

“I hope she likes it,” Killian says nervously, “She didn’t have much love for this pack in the past.”

He is thinking of the day she rejected us and then rejected the pack and her role as Luna, showing no sorrow or remorse.

“We didn’t give her much reason to.”

“You’re right,” he sighs, “I just don’t want her to panic about having all the focus be on her.”

“We will help her adjust,” I told him.

He huffs, “You mean I will help her. She still doesn’t like you. She called me a puppy,” he boasts.

“Fuck you,” I snarled.

“Don’t be jealous,” he snorts.

I grumble under my breath, really jealous about Lira being okay with Killian and not with me.

I go back to m