#Chapter 126: Massacre

Fiona was slower-moving in the morning. She snoozed her alarm and came right back to me, stretching lazily. I slid a hand down her back as she curled in close to my body. She sighed and nuzzled her face against my neck. “Can’t wait for the weekend,” she said quietly. “Me too.” When Fiona had asked, the night before, how my day was… my mind went flying through a flipbook of the day’s events. The morning had started with news of one looming threat and the evening ended with another. I was awake, lying in bed with her for a good portion of the night. The wheels were turning in my mind. The vampires were a bigger problem than the Hellhounds, of course. But the pack feud was actually the more urgent of the two. Fiona didn’t need to know about any of that, though. It did occur to me that she would probably be great advisor, if someday she wanted to assume that role for me. Be my Luna Queen, in a real way. Provide me counsel for matters that threatened our kingdom. Fiona was