Soleil POV
Where is the waiter with the appetizers?
With my mind pleasantly buzzed, I dab my mouth with my napkin, before clearing my throat to get his attention, "What are your plans for the pack moving forward?"
Maverick shrugs, "Putting the best interest of the pack first. It doesn't matter what it is, but I will do anything for my people."
"My pack."
The waiter places our dishes in front of us, but my eyes are caught to the man in front of me, "excuse me?"
"For now, it's my pack. You are not Luna yet."
It takes all my restraint to not form a grimace at his words. Instead, my hands clench the fabric of my dress under the table. How dare he. With a tight smile, all I can offer is, "you're right. How silly of me."
I place my napkin on my lap, "In due time, however."
I place my sp
