Clayton
I stand in front of a mirror, adjusting my tie. No matter what I do, it looks crooked. I grunt as I can’t seem to get it right. I finally give up, turn away from the mirror, and look around the room. I am in Carter’s room. It has been left just as he left it before he died. I look at the pictures in frames of Carter and Frankie. There are pictures of their father, Vincent, and I can see his resemblance to Frankie. I wonder if our child will look like their grandfather. I sigh and look at the mirror again. I am wearing an expensive custom suit as today is the ceremony to make me the Lune of this pack. I still don’t like the title, but I fully accept Frankie and everything she is.
I sigh as I try once again to fix the tie. I hear a louder sigh from the doorway and look to see my m
