Our Luna
Lory’s POV
It has been one week since the day I learned that Jackson and the others are werewolves. According to them, I, too, am a werewolf, but I think they’re mistaken. I don’t feel any different; I’m still me.
Werewolves change shape for the first time when they turn 18, but I didn’t. Their wolves live alongside them and take over when their human side permits it. I don’t have a wolf inside me. I’m convinced that they’re wrong about that—or perhaps I’m just the unfortunate one who was born without a wolf in my pack and, as a result, was raised by humans. That all sounds logical, but Jackson and Dave refuse to believe it.