Mirellie
Evander's eyes narrowed at me. “Planning?” he asked.
“Yes, planning,” I replied. “What's the point of all of this? You and I both know you don't like me in any way. You tried to reject me—your fated mate—in front of half the pack the moment you found out we were bound together. You weren't talking about duty then. Suddenly, now it's all duties, responsibilities, and how I'm the Luna.”
I could hear his teeth grinding together, but I wasn't stopping. This was probably the only chance I was ever going to get to ask these questions, and I was tired of drowning in them. What was his plan?
I might not be as sharp or manipulative as he and Calliope were, but I wasn't completely stupid either. There had to be a reason for this.
Then a thought hit me so fast my head spun. The moment m
