For the hundredth time, I wished there was a way I could go back in time and Gibbs myself for saying I would plan Rosie's Luna ceremony. I sat back in my chair and rubbed my eyes with the tips of my fingers, trying to will away the headache that was threatening to explode and sour my mood even further.
"Alpha, are you ready to make a selection?"
I opened my eyes and stared at the woman whose drawings had taken over most of my desk. Gina Hawthorn had come highly recommended by my friend Merrill Skinner, the Alpha of the Emerald City Pack near Dublin, GA. I was contemplating never asking him for advice again. Sighing, I shifted in my seat and looked down at the sketches and shrugged.
"I may not be the best person to make this decision, Ms. Hawthorn," I grumbled.
She smiled, and I shudder
