Oril was mid way bathing when she perceived his huge fragrance around her. She knew the whole packs and chambers belonged to him, so he wouldn’t seek any shifter’s permission to get in or out of her chambers. She had come to familiarize herself with Lord Mayor’s annoying guts and she wondered how lunas past survived such a dare-devil like Lord Mayor who even loved with an iron fist. She wondered how she was going to keep dwelling as his luna, and couldn’t wait for the impending last battle to come which would usher in her vengeance.

“My lord,” she called as she gazed upon his shadow which fell to...