Was Lucien Being Selfish?

"Lucien, how are you feeling?"

"Mmm. Alright."

Ronan stole a glance at his mate.

Lucien had his eyes shut tightly as he leaned his head against the headrest. The passenger seat was tilted a few degrees to the back to grant him some comfort.

"There is a summon by the Werewolf Council for tomorrow morning. Both you and I are required to attend."

Lucien opened his eyes and turned to look at Ronan.

"What is it about?"

Ronan pursed his lips.

"Apparently, Conrad Woodland initiated it."

Lucien furrowed his brows and groaned slightly.

"If you are not feeling better, we should not go," Ronan said. "I will inform the council as soon as we get home."

"Don't be silly," Lucien sighed. "Let's get it over with. I want to hear what he has to say."

"... Fine."

Ronan wanted to carry Lucien in his arms on the way to their apartment, but the latter refused to be treated like an invalid.