6: Luna

“You couldn’t hold your wolf in check for one damn night,” a woman’s voice shouted in the bathroom doorway. He had left me under the running water at least half an hour ago. “Dimi, you promised to give her time to settle in,” she called, turning the water off and wrapping a plush robe around my shoulders.

“Don’t get your panties in a bunch,” he grumbled from the bedroom, “I only tested the waters a little bit.” He filled the doorway, towel still wrapped around his hips, “I sent for Candice, didn’t I? Speaking of, I’d like that gone before she gets here so that I can at least try to enjoy my distraction.”

Removing the collar from my neck, she frowned up at me; I stood at least 6 inches taller than her. Her long hair was pulled back into a high pony tail, like a waterfall of dark chocolate waves. She had the same ice blue eyes as him, the same gold tan, same full lips. Where he was built of solid muscle, she was made up of soft curves and lean muscle. “