CHAPTER 68

  *Danika*

  "You hate ceremonies?" he asked me, one of his sloppy ears angling to the top of his head in astonishment.

  "I do. I hate all the running around, organizing, anxiety, and tension that I have left something behind. I don't just like being anxious over anything."

  "But you are just going to help. It's not like you are the one that should be tensed. That should be the Luna."

  I felt as though a bowl of fire was doused on my head, burning down every wall I supposed I had built around my emotions, leaving me bare to the world. But I didn't show my inner turmoil. I remained strong, posing my muzzle at his face once more. "I don't care if I'm not the one becoming the Luna. I precisely don't like ceremonies. Are you going to tell me or not?"My tone came out harsher than I intended.