Chapter 137

LUCIAN’S POV “Holding on a little bit longer won't hurt the pack, elder Theon.” This was the third time I'd said it. And somehow, these old men still didn't get the message. I'd been on this call for thirty damn minutes, thirty minutes of the same recycled concerns, nagging voices, unsolicited advice from people who stopped being relevant long before my father died. But still, according to them, a pack without elders to see through all matters can't survive on its own. Running my own pack shouldn't feel like this, like I was being lectured by a group of old men who did nothing but stuff their belly full while I did the most important part of the plan. As if that wasn't annoying enough, now they had chosen today, of all days, to remind me that I had just a few months left to get married and announce my Luna. The moment they heard about my divorce with Elora, it was like firing a signal flare into the sky. Aiden has been calling nonstop, each time with these elders wrinkled faces on my s