Donovan
“Daisy, it's good to see you again,” I greeted the young wolf happily. “Or is it Alpha Daisy now?”
She scrunched up her nose, and I had to bite back my laugh. She still wasn't comfortable with the title, but she would be. “Not yet,” she said as she shook my hand. Her grip was strong and her hands calloused from the work she did. “But my ceremony is scheduled for next month. I hope you and your new Luna can make it?”
“We plan to,” I said with a nod. I was finding small talk more difficult than usual as I watched the sun set from the top floor garden. I had to hand it to Becca, though, she'd turned the place into a fairy tale for Serissa's ceremony tonight. There were twinkling lights, lanterns, and candles everywhere, illuminating the space with a gentle glow. A string quartet in
