"Then you should get some rest. I'm going for my duties." I turned away, reaching for my bag. The duties of being the Luna demanded my attention.
"Lori..." He interrupted, pulling me gently. "What is it?"
"We'll make it up for the mateship anniversary celebration next time, okay?" His attempt at reconciliation was met with a ghost of a smile from me, devoid of any real emotion. "I'm not mad."
He hugged me, but the gesture felt hollow, his promises even emptier. "There's a Wolf gathering this weekend," he murmured into my hair. "Many packs will attend. Let's go together."
The Golden Moon Pack held a prestigious position not only in Bellflower Town but also in neighboring territories. Every gathering meant socializing with other Alphas, who often sought to curry favor with Roan. Mating with him had once seemed a blessing, but as his Luna, I felt nothing but numbness. Despite my efforts, the elders and warriors of the pack still regarded me with disdain, likely viewing me as little more than a servant.