He held out a single rose, its stem crooked and its head already drooping. I stared at it, feeling the pulse of my wolf’s irritation rise in my chest.
“Do you remember our first dinner as married couple?” he asked. “I got you these. You liked them, right?”
I took the flower wordlessly, my fingers brushing the pollen. My wolf snarled inside me. I forced my expression to remain neutral.
“It was Farah who liked them,” I said quietly. “I’m allergic.”
He blinked at me, confused for a moment, then chuckled like I’d told a harmless joke. “Right, right. My mistake.” He sat back down like nothing had happened.
My stomach turned, but I reminded myself why I was here. I reached into my coat and pulled out the envelope I’d spent the last three weeks preparing. The elder had told me Ethan needed to sign it himself before I could relinquish the Luna title and dissolve our union under pack law.
I placed it in front of him, beside his plate. “Sign this.”
He glanced down at the envelope and raised an eyebrow. “Is this another report for the land dispute with Westline Pack?”