“We’ve made the decision to announce Sandy officially as your mate… and Luna.”
Those words rung through Damien’s skull for a near full minute longer.
For a moment, Damien said nothing.
He simply stood there, his gaze fixed on the elders gathered there.
Their faces were set in stone..that normally meant one thing.
That decision was made, and it would be difficult to sway them.
After a long while…Damein finally spoke.
“You don’t get to decide that for me.”
His voice was calm but I carried just as well through the hall.
One of the elders spoke up first.
“This is not about deciding for you,” he said quickly. “It is about doing what is necessary for the pack as a whole...”
Damein stepped forward quickly.
“A mate is not something chosen by necessity alone….”
Another elder spoke this
