Luna Channing
And guilty.
When I wasn't training or cooking, I was chatting in the kitchen with Christine and her mate. Her mate, Henry, a silvering male with chocolate skin and the same happy smile lines his wife, was such a sweetheart and could make me smile even when I thought I couldn't. They always told me stories of their youth and of their children who lived in other packs with their mates. Three girls. Henry claimed that they were 'wild animals,' while his mate said they were 'angels that fell from heaven.' I just laughed at their banter about their daughters, though it made me crave that future.
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