The Clawless Luna 18.2

When Usher reached his room, Mireya had just put Philip to sleep in the crib. She closed the door, and Mireya greeted him as usual—with a sweet smile, a gentle hug, and a cup of warm tea.

"You're here at last, Usher."

Usher took the tea from Mireya and drank it. Then he put the empty cup aside, making sure to praise its taste. Mireya smiled and they embraced again.

Usher rubbed Mireya's back, then kissed her forehead. "Sorry, there are many things I have to deal with."

"Is it about the pack?" Mireya asked, pulling away slightly. She created a little distance to look at Usher as she asked. "Have they filed another petition?"

Usher did not answer, but his expression had already given Mireya an answer. Her eyes widened and Usher could only sigh.

"Really?"

Usher's eyes closed dramatically. He understood Mireya's reaction, but he was extremely tired now. He rubbed the bridge of his nose before he said, "Don't worry. The petition means nothing. I