CAELLUM’S POV
Dinner was strained. That’s to say the least.
My father, his guests and I were seated on the dining table. The food served remained untouched as we stared each other down.
I was wrong to let them stay till dinner. What the hell was I thinking?
“I believe you have something to say to me.” I coughed up when no one spoke, staring at my father. “Why have you come?”
He didn’t speak, and just when I was ready to throw him out of the house, he started.
“This is Donna Petrov.” He said, referring to the woman who had yet to say a word since she arrived this morning. “She is one of the finest ladies from the Bravta pack. I brought her here for you to take a thoroughly good look at her and test her skills if you may.”
“Why should I be bothered to do that?”
“Because she will be your mate. I want you to take her as your wife and the Luna of this pack.”