I escort my beautiful mate downstairs for the after party breakfast. I make a special stop to ask Cookie to make us a picnic basket for our date. She happily obliges as we head to the event room for the breakfast this morning. We walk through the doors and are greeted with several congratulations, handshakes, and hugs. Us finding each other seems to be a big deal. I can tell how much her pack truly loves her and how much they are going to miss her.
Our mate will be a wonderful luna.
I know she will, I just hope she knows she will too.
“Your pack seems to really love you,” I observe as we walk over to the buffet style breakfast and start making our plates. She shrugs her shoulders and piles fresh fruit onto hers with scrambled eggs.
“I mean, for some time, they all thought I would be
