Alpha’s Little Plaything
“The next full moon — two days from now. We’ll go back to my pack and perform the ritual.”
I turned to Luna Layla, hope fluttering in my chest. “Will you be there too?”
“I wouldn’t miss it for the world,” she said, finally pulling me into her arms. Her embrace was warm and trembling, but it radiated, motherly love. It felt good...
It felt like home.
“Wait — you said my hair was like yours, but you’re blonde,” I said as we pulled apart.
She chuckled softly. “Sister Nora, please.”
Sister Nora murmured an incantation under her breath, and before my eyes, Luna Layla’s golden hair shimmered and deepened into the same fiery copper as mine.