Conlan’s POV
After making my announcement public—naming Paris the Luna of Hope Moon—and receiving the congratulations of the entire pack, we went to rest. It had been a long day, perhaps too long for her, who had only just left her pack and was beginning a new life. And though fatigue weighed on me as well, I didn’t want to part from her.
“You’ll sleep in a room that has been specially prepared for you,” I said as I led her through the corridors of the pack house. “It has every comfort you could wish for, but if you need anything—anything at all—don’t hesitate to use the phone to call me, no matter the hour.”
Paris covered a long, deep yawn with her hand. She looked tired, utterly exhausted after such a long day, and I would have given anything to guard her sleep, to stay in that same r
