Isla
As soon as we got back to Moon Stone, there was not a moment of rest. Abigail and I were thrown back into planning and finalizing the ceremony to join the packs officially. We weren’t inviting other packs; we honestly didn’t have the space for everyone from Silver Moon here as it was. We asked pack members if they were willing to open their homes and spare rooms to some of our visiting members from Silver Moon. Everyone we asked agreed.
Lucas, Abigail, and I were sitting on my office floor, going through the long list of vendors together. Gianna took our ideas and made a list of contacts; I couldn’t do this without her.
“No, three hundred of the tablecloths, not three,” Lucas said into the phone, making eye contact with me as he rolled his eyes.
“Yes, that’s correct. We need them
