At the time the one thousand packs of Lord Mayor started murmuring like innumerable bees; they waited and gazed upon Lord Mayor and Jamole as they argued at ear shot.

Lord Mayor gritted his teeth and shook his head arguably, “I am sorry to disappoint you, Jamole. Had it been you told me Oril was your mate, I wouldn’t have chosen her to be my luna. It is too late now. The veil has been removed and my one thousand packs have seen her pretty face.” He barked almost at the tops of his voice as he locked eyes with Jamole, whose face had become a total ruin.

Jamole wept;...