Chapter Sixty Three

Rose

Too many bodies were crammed into Brigid’s little cabin. There were only two people who had room. Orion paced the floor. He had hastily thrown his hair up in a messy bun with a couple of stray pieces hanging down, framing his face. Brigid was unfazed in her chair.

It was hard to move without bumping into another person. It was like we were trying to make a werewolf pyramid on her couch. At any second, I thought it would collapse. It was an Armando sandwich on the bottom tier. Iris and Alastor made up the bread, which left poor Damian to be the meat. Harriet was content as she nuzzled up against Alastor. My options were Damian, Iris, the floor, or standing. Sitting on Damian would only bring the wrath of Orion, and the floor would interrupt my mate’s pacing rhythm. I was about to give up and just lean against the couch; until Iris grabbed my hand and pulled me on top of her.

“Oh, come on, Luna. I won’t bite...well, at least not you.” Iris beamed at me before