Veronica POV
“Look at you, so handsome,” Veronica smiled, while Mr. Muffins looked as though he wanted to attack someone. She’d ordered him a pajama, and a whole bunch of other cute outfits.
She was still half expecting to hear Simon’s voice behind her, calling him ‘Growly McBroodface’ or something ridiculous, but she’d been silently healing from the heartache of his loss.
“I know, I know, you’ll still attack big bad wolves, but at least you’ll look cute doing it,” she chuckled.
Mr. Muffins had taken over the packhouse, much to her father’s annoyance. He’d had to ask a gaping Dr. Reynolds for cat allergy medicine—that was a first.
“Veronica! There’s someone here to see you!” Her father’s voice echoed down the hallway. She’d been in the sitting room, still studying Luna traditions and
