Meluna Hounding.
"No, I don't want to go, Meluna." Kylan crosses his arms.
It's only a few hours until the mating festival starts.
"You realize you don't actually have a choice, right?" I try to sound authoritative but I’m probably failing.
"Actually, I do. I'll join the perimeter patrol or something. I'm not looking for a mate."
Just then, Luda bounces into the room and shakes her head. "Cynthia said she doesn't want to come either."
"Oh, shoot." I stop fiddling with the laptop I was holding. This is not going according to plan.
"Where will you be?" Kylan asks me.
I freeze. Obviously, I'll be with Roan. But I can't say that. My brother hates his guts, and here I am, practically buzzing to spend my first mating ceremony glued to my mate’s side.
"Uh, in the baby's room. Doing.
