The morning of the Gala that Anthony insisted Mischa was to attend with him, and refused to allow Christy to attend at all. She’d heard them discuss it a few times over the past two weeks, Christy didn’t think it was right, because she was seen as his fiancée, so it should be her going, not Mischa.
This morning, right after training, Christy had put forth a new argument, about why they both couldn’t go and be amicable. There had been no issues between herself and Mischa for the past two and a half weeks now. That she-wolf had kept herself in full check for the past two and half weeks; she hadn’t gotten pregnant from her heat.
Mischa had stood there listening to them discuss it, leaned on the wall by the Luna’s office door because Anthony had brought her into the discussion; which had hap
