“I agree,” Alexander said, breaking into my thoughts. “Though August may come by to help with preparations for a short while.”
“Naturally,” I replied.
As expected, August came to the apartment shortly after lunch. I excused myself to the living room, scrolling aimlessly on my phone and reading a book to give them some privacy.
Alexander had invited me to review the documents with them—after all, I was the Luna of the Black Pack now—but it didn’t feel right.
Even if no one else knew, I was acutely aware that my position was temporary. It felt wrong to delve into the intimate details of the pack’s finances and future plans. August didn’t say anything, but I could tell he agreed and was quietly grateful for my decision to step away.
Later that evening, Alexander and I sha
