Paris’ POV
That night, when we went to bed, I couldn’t tell Conlan what my first day performing the duties of a Luna had been like. I felt weighed down by the request Dave had sent—one that, despite making no sense at all, clouded my life enough that I couldn’t feel happy or proud of what I had accomplished that day. Now it also forced me to make public my deficiency, the lack of a wolf that might even jeopardize my legitimacy as Conlan’s partner.
“Let’s sleep, beautiful. We’ll think more clearly tomorrow,” Conlan said when he noticed how downcast I was.
I tried to smile—and to sleep—but all I did was toss and turn all night, searching for some way out or some answer that could solve the problem. Dawn found me still without a solution.
Damn Dave, and damn Doris.
They had truly managed
