Tish POV
I am standing in the middle of the new pack house entryway, wondering how I got here in the first place. Books of color swatches and furniture are spread all over the floor in front of me. Several contractors are waiting for me to make a decision.
Kai is sitting in the corner, playing a game on his phone. When he said he would keep me company I assumed he would be helping. I was wrong.
One of the contractors clears his throat, and I am pulled out of my thoughts of self-loathing. "Which color for the walls, Luna?" He asks as politely as he is able. I turn to Kai.
"There has to be someone better suited for this job," I whine.
"You are the Luna," Kai reminds me.
I purse my lips together angrily. I have never decorated anything in my life, and now I am expected to
