The Unprepared Luna
Cohen suggests.
“Big,” I say, feeling Keena push forward and begin purring.
‘Very big. Our mate isn’t the only one who’s lucky," she says in our mind link.
“Hello, Keena. I take it you like what you see?” Cohen asks, seeing her golden rim in my eyes.
When I look up, his eyes are darker, his wolf, Kaelen, pushing forward.
Keena, my naughty wolf, bites my lower lip. “Oh yes, I very much like what I see.”