Calista
The Luna Unity Festival was the biggest highlight of the pack calendar.
I had never been interested in what happened outside the food and celebrations, but this year was different.
Sitting on the couch with Ethan by my side, our small television screen was occupied with the live broadcast of Aerion’s address.
Ethan was already captivated, his eyes stayed glued to the screen.
“Mama, daddy is on TV!” he exclaimed, as if seeing Aerion in a different setting made him larger than life.
“Yes, baby,” I said, smoothing down his hair. “He is representing the pack today.”
Aerion’s image filled the screen with the GreyHound emblem behind him. His tailored suit fit him like a second skin and I felt proud with my pick.
Lyra stirred in my mind. “He looks good. You’re staring.”
“I’m ob
