Chapter 809

Judy’s POV

The last thing I remembered was that I had fallen asleep on Gavin’s chest. I didn’t tell him about those she-wolves and the nasty things they were saying, and I didn’t tell him that I had gone to Irene about it, and she offered to give me etiquette lessons. I already knew what he would say about that.

He would tell me that it’s not necessary and that I was perfect the way that I am. I know he would mean well, and it might make me smile in the moment, but I also knew that it wasn’t entirely the truth. I was expected to be the Luna of the biggest and most powerful pack in the world. I needed to make some profound changes, and plus, with everything going on in our lives, Irene with her mate dilemma, and me with these strange dreams and feelings I’ve been having, we’ve both needed a distraction.

I woke up to the sound of someone knocking like they’re trying to drill a hole through the door. When I opened my eyes, I was alone in bed. Gavin told me last night that he had to leave early for a meeting this morning and most likely wouldn’t see me. But he’ll be home tonight, and perhaps we could go to dinner in the city.

Even still, I hated waking up alone, and my heart ached with the need for my mate.

“Time to get up, Sunshine,” Irene calls, the knocking continuing even louder now.

I groggily glance at the clock, internally groaning. It wasn’t even 9 am yet.

“For what?” I murmur as I sit up. “Nap practice?”

“Etiquette,” she said, swinging the door open even though I didn’t invite her to do so. The moment I saw her standing at the doorway, hands on her hips, my eyes widened at her appearance.

I could have screamed with joy when I saw how put-together she looked. It was almost like she was reverted to her old self, and standing in front of me was just Irene. She wore a cream blouse, sleek black trousers, and heels sharp enough to cut feelings. Her makeup was perfect, and her hair was tied in a low, yet neat, ponytail that fell down her back.

I slid out of bed as Irene rummaged through my closet and dressers, trying to find something proper to wear.

“Why are you dressed like a board meeting?” I mumbled, pushing my hair into a bun that is, frankly, a cry for help. “And why am I suddenly being punished?”

“Because you need the help and I need the distraction,” she said with a shrug. “We’re doing Luna lessons before Liv can say another word out of her stupid mouth.”