Lana's POV
Suppressing the irritation still bubbling inside me after the bouquet mix-up, I forced myself to dive back into work. Today, I couldn’t afford distractions. As the Cross-Tribal Resource Docking Coordinator, my responsibilities stretched far beyond my personal grudges. The welfare of the Moon Tide Pack rested heavily on my shoulders, and every signed document, every negotiated deal, was a step toward securing land, food supplies, and medical support for this pack and my displaced people.
I leaned over my desk, poring over territorial boundary drafts and supply chain lists, trying to lose myself in logistics rather than Adelle’s smug face. But my mind betrayed me, wandering back to Damon, the flowers, and the messiness tangled around us. I inhaled deeply, steadying my thoughts,
