Liam
I stood at the backdoor to the packhouse, secretly watching my mate. I chuckled as I watched her try and direct everyone to decorate the backyard how she saw it in her head without helping. I knew she would get up and help at some point because it was impossible to stop her sometimes, but, for right now, she was sitting in a chair handing out various decorations and directing the few helpers I enlisted for her. She sent Azeron up a ladder to hang some lights that were supposed to be crisscrossing between the packhouse and the tent set up on the other side of the patio. I could see the look of irritation on his face as he moved them around until she was satisfied with their placement.
A hand landed on my shoulder. “Your dad is looking for you again,” Damien said behind me. I turned
