“So, you’re his mate, huh? And you are a Druid? What’s that? Some kind of Witch.”
“Not exactly,” Noemi smiled at the captain, who was already crazy over the woman who brought him three dozen glazed donuts.
“Oh, really? Okay, well is it true you want to join the SCNYC?” Captain Luani replied.
“Yes, Captain. There is quite a large Druid community in New York, and they need representation. I have been corresponding with the local covens for some time.”
“I see,” he mumbled around a bite of donut, okay, more like half the donut.
“Cap, you gonna keep questioning my mate or, are you gonna give us your blessing already?”
“I don’t know, numb nuts, you gonna take my seat like I asked?”
“What does he mean?” Noemi asked, blue eyes sparkling mischievously.
“The Primus is moving up to a higher rank on the Council and wants me to represent the Pride. And yes, I will, Captain,” he said nodding at the man who was now grinning from ear to ear.