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Page 87 of Moon Claimed

… About that.“Maybe I feel worse for getting more sleep.”

“Well, how about we relax tonight and have a drink before you go?”

I couldn’t think of anything worse than a drunk, newly shifted Luther set loose on the manor. “Just one can’t hurt.”

When they looked away, I’d chuck it.

Wade and I watched Cameron dance to the drinks table.

“Is she weirdly happy recently?” he murmured. “We haven’t hung out nearly as much.”

Perhaps she’d met someone. “She’ll tell us when she’s ready. The person she’s seeing may not be out or something.”

“And you? How are you really?”

I looked into his beautiful grey eyes. “I’ve decided to start the meets again.”

“Bit of whiplash never hurt anyone.”

I nudged him. “Shut up.”

“It’s the least he deserves. For what it’s worth. I think it’s the right choice.”

I rested my head against his shoulder. He smelled like salted caramel and the scent comforted me. “You’re worth a whole lot to me, opinions and all.”

“I support you.”

“Don’t ruin this.”

“You do you.”

Cameron returned to find us laughing. She crooked a brow. “Do I want to know?”

“We support you,” I told her solemnly.

Her smile faded. “What?”

What did I say?“Wade’s being crazy. Nothing.”

Spotting my head team, I untangled myself and approached them. “A win!” I said.

Roderick wasted no time clinking his glass against mine. Valerie was a beat behind the others as always, but Nathan surprised me with hearty cheers. His approval was like a beam of sunlight shining directly out of his ass.

But I’d take it.

“I didn’t think we’d get the Luthers in there.” He shook his head.

Stanley eyed him. “We know. We had to listen to you all week.”

I chuckled with the rest.

Nathan waved us to silence. “I was never happier to be proven wrong. We have the majority again.” He raised his glass to me. “To our innovative leader’s first turnover.”

He tossed his drink back.

Pride filled my chest, but I was careful to taper it. Happy emotions worked just as well as angry emotions when it came to shifting—though my wolf hadn’t uttered a peep since betraying me earlier.

Good riddance.




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