Lucien was visibly distracted on their trip back home. Dane Silverback's words left a shadow in his heart and made him restless.
When Lucien was restless, so was Ronan.
The Alpha squeezed his mate's hand and asked, "Are you worried?"
Lucien cut him a curt smile.
"It would be a lie if I say that I am not."
"Don't worry. There is nothing he can do. He just said that out of spite."
Lucien hummed and squeezed back at Ronan's hand.
"Yeah," he said absent-mindedly.
Ronan stole a glance at his mate.
"Lulu, I am thinking of hosting a small gathering at the pack house. Something like a memorial service in remembrance of my mother. I want to invite my mom's living relatives who shared the Fangblade family's blood, her nurse Edith, her trusted friends.
Can you help me with the preparation?"
Lucien nodded.
"Sure. For today, I plan to tidy up the boxes from Blue Hill City."
