The party at the packhouse (9)
Damon gave Talia's hand a squeeze, indicating that he will take over. The way this was going, they were about to blame Talia if anything goes wrong with the Red Moon pack. He knew that these people perfected the game in shifting the blame.
"You are missing the point, Elder Thomas.", Damon said stiffly. "You are not qualified to know what exactly happened between me and Miss Marcy. You should focus on things that are relevant to you. I found my fated mate. That should be a reason to celebrate, and that is why we gathered here. We will schedule Talia's Luna ceremony soon."
"What is to say that she is your fated mate?" This voice belonged to Elder Patsy who was standing up. "I am around for a long time, and I never heard of an Alpha finding his mate and procrastinating in claiming what is his."
Murmurs of agreement swelled through the event hall.
A few voices said how this was disrespect to Alpha, but they were quickly drowned by others.