June, unfazed by his Alpha’s foul temper, threw his dinner jacket on the back of another chair, plopped down on the couch, and threw his feet up on the coffee table. Kane rolled his eyes at his insolent behaviour.
“Hello, Mason,” June said nonchalantly. “How was the pack’s Flower Moon Ceremony?”
Since each established pack had its own Moonflowers, the large ceremony wasn’t mandatory, just another excuse to dress fancy, a pack to show off its wealth, and make new or strengthen alliances. It was why Mason never went, he didn’t care about such things.
His surly attitude wouldn’t help. It’s why he sent June, who had a way with people. Including Mason. Such as grating his nerves.
“It went fine,” Mason said carefully. But even for all his roundabout way of talking, he usually had a point. Ev
