Chapter 11

A month later, the changes in the Nightclaws territory were plain to see.

Once Damian healed up, he whipped the pack back into shape at lightning speed. Jackson got the boot, and the new second-in-command was way more loyal. The River Valley Pack had backed off from the border, at least for the time being.

The pack's attitude towards me had shifted too. All that scorn and teasing? Replaced with respect, even a bit of ass-kissing. Pretty ironic, huh? One little mating ceremony, and suddenly everyone sees me differently.

I'd chosen to live in a small cabin out on the edge of the territory, not the main house. Damian would swing by every morning with coffee and breakfast. Today was no different.

"Morning, my Luna." He kissed my forehead and handed me a coffee.

I took the mug. "What's on the agenda today?"

"Border security meeting." He sat down across from me. "You coming?"

"'Course I am." I was still holding onto my 'Covenant Guardian' title, not just "Alpha's Mate."