I had begun to settle into the new life in the pack and as Micah’s mate. It was only after the mating ceremony I could become the Luna, and since it was pretty nonexistent now, I had to just take what I could.
Micah, on the other hand, had been hard at work, disappearing before I woke up, but his scent clung to the sheet, and I would often roll over, inhaling his scent before I started my day. He still comes back late, but he has begun to make an effort for us.
We would have dinner together, sometimes with his mother but never with his sister. She had been scarce since our last encounter, and honestly, I didn’t mind if it continued like that.
Dinner included small talk, mainly about his day, which he described in vague words, unwilling to open up that part of mine. Probing yielded no ef
