Abigail had fallen on her knees and cried at my feet after that, but I didn’t fall for her crocodile tears, I knew better. She killed her own daughter and blamed Draven for what happened. What sort of mother is she? But I chose not to dwell too much on that and focus on preparing myself for the mating ceremony which was kicking off in less than ten minutes from now!
The other royal luna’s of the noblemen in the Lycaon palace had taken up the responsibility of getting me prepared for the mating ceremony after I made it clear I didn’t want Abigail around me anymore. I’m not sure what gave me the courage to dish out orders but no one disobeyed or questioned them. If I was going to be acting the role of their Luna, it was better to stop showing any signs of weakness around them.
I hadn’t seen Draven since he handed me over to Abigail two days ago, but I was eager to see him in the next few minutes. He’d been tied up with duties of his own and wrapping up preparations with the kinsmen. Af
