In the two months since the new moon, life has become what I will call the new normal. John spends most nights at my house though sometimes we stay at the packhouse, usually on full moons when we join the pack for the run. Since that first full moon when I officially became Beta, the pack has treated me with respect. I think that fight certainly did the trick.
We’ve settled into a routine regarding doing our day jobs as well as handling pack business. Aurelia has been more than happy to loop me into all she and Sybille have been working on. And I don’t mind taking on extra work to give her free time.
She’s growing another life. She should be taking it easy. Not having to get all worked up dealing with bigoted ass-munching, her word, old wolves to improve the quality of life and especially the education system of the pack.
Since she had a doctor’s appointment, I took over during the last meeting with the Sub Betas and School Board. To say they were not p
I knew that having my mate at my side would complete me. That the emptiness I had felt would fade away because she would fill the void. And I know I had been apprehensive, at best, when I met Sarael in her flower shop. The idea of a human mate terrified me. I didn’t want to put her in danger, but I quickly realized I couldn’t live without her. The day she agreed to be with me, to me marking her, had been the happiest of my life. But then that was overshadowed three months ago when she agreed to marry me. I knew her style didn’t usually lean to the side of bling, and she might have preferred a simplier ring. But I risked it and gave my mother’s ring. And if the fact three months later, I still sometimes catch her staring at it is an indication I made the right choice. Despite that, it’s a longer drive to her shop we have settled into our new life living together. I no longer survive on what clothes I could fit into the two provided drawers at her house. We have a massive shared walk-