Everything happened too fast for me to react after the day we claimed and marked each other. Sam and Rory had already begun planning my coronation before I accepted them. They wanted the day to fall on the midsummer’s full moon, the same day Rory would die if I had not claimed them. Even if they had done a lot, they left plenty for me to do.
I had dress fittings and meetings with the shamans about the ceremony and rituals. I met witches and wizards regarding magical security and with Special Agent Black, who wants to call me Sarah, for other types of security. On top of that, I had to delegate servants who wanted to know what I liked best about this and that.
Every chore has exhausted me every day this week, but my wolf wouldn’t let me rest before having her fill of my mates. And that is
