The Unprepared Luna
Uncle Liam stands and Holly begins to flutter like the sprites do when they are around large werewolves, Alphas in particular.
“Oh, oh…hello Sir Alpha Liam,” I grab the tray of cookies before she drops it. I notice she’s brought a few glasses of milk as well to wash them down.
“Holly, it’s very nice to meet you. I believe you assisted my daughter in getting ready for her acting Luna ceremony, is that right?”
If sprites fainted, Holly would be on the floor.
“Oh, did Lady Luna Malin mention me? It wasn’t just me. I had help.”