Orson’s POV
I was sitting in the pack house living room with my sister, Rosa. The fire in the fireplace crackled softly, but I could tell she wasn’t here to talk about the weather or the patrol schedules. It was very obvious from the way she stood there. She leaned against the arm of the couch, giving me that look she always gave when she wanted answers or something.
“So brother,” she began, drawing out the word, “when are you finally going to find yourself a wife? Someone to keep you company? You can’t keep avoiding the Luna ceremony forever, Orson.”
I exhaled deeply, taking my eyes off the paper.Did she not ever get tired of asking this same question?. At least this time, I actually had an answer for her. “I’ve found her,” I said, a smug smile on my face.
Rosa sat up straig
