Revenge of Flame Luna
I didn’t trust my heartbeat either if he stayed in this tiny room any longer.
A few minutes later, Dalila entered, practically dragging a suitcase almost the size of her entire body. Behind her was a she-wolf I’d never seen before—full glam makeup, sharp eyeliner, flawless foundation, deep wine lipstick. She looked like one of those human actresses I’d seen on TV back in the academy.
“Good afternoon, Miss McCarthy,” she said brightly. “I’m Dolores Moss. I’ll be doing your makeup today.”
Right. Tonight was Alpha Caspian’s birthday celebration.