She Is The Luna
Love is only looking out for me, after all.
In fact, she’s the only real friend I’ve ever had besides Emma, and to be honest she kind of reminds me of her.
My heart ached, knowing there still wasn’t any sign of her. I had given Charlene her details and the name of my pack but until now, nothing.
I sighed inwardly when Love rose to her feet and walked over the rack, grabbing a towel.
“Girl, make sure to clean your part as well because I’m not touching your vagina,” she chuckled and then paused.