The Unprepared Luna
Quinn’s is very similar to mine.
“They are mated to twins, Eli,” Aunt Grace says, turning back to me. “Are you happy, sweetheart?”
“Yes, Aunt Grace. I’m very happy.”
“Good. And based on the contentment I’m feeling from you pack, you must be doing a great job as Canyon Ridge’s Luna.”
“Well…” I say, looking down.
“She’s the perfect Luna for me and for our pack,” Cohen says, coming up beside me and wrapping his arm around me. “Sorry, I couldn’t stay away any longer,” he says, leaning in to kiss me.