Chapter EIGHTEEN-EMMET

Tonight was the first night of Jezebel’s Holiday Film Festival and I knew my sweet mate was nervous.

She was already there, getting everything ready with George and his brothers, while I finished up work for the day. I was just stepping out of the shower, eager to be with her again when my mind started to wander.

Last night, Jezebel had her first meeting with Sherry Morgan-McAllister, and it’d been a good one. The drive to Maccon City was long, a little over three hours, but it was worth it.

The White Witch had been very helpful and knowledgeable about my mate’s gift. She gave her some expert advice and promised to be in touch. It was late by the time they finished chatting, so we wound up staying at the Macconwood Pack house overnight and driven back early this morning.

But last night, last night was different. It was special.

“Welcome to Maccon Manor,” Sherry said when we first arrived.