Noah watched as the servants transformed his dining room into an elegant hall for the family banquet. With the most elite werewolves of the Pack and their families coming to this intimate gathering, he wanted to ensure that everything was perfect. Besides, anything that kept him away from Hannah at the moment seemed like a blessing.
Ever since he had seen Hannah at that party, dancing with that man, Noah had been constantly irritated with her. He had been finding fault with everything she did and being overly critical overall. He had even snapped at her that morning just for wearing a dress that he thought was the wrong color for this event.
Noah had told himself that it was just because she was his Luna and he was not used to seeing her with other—admittedly handsome—young men like that
