The Luna Reborn: Surviving As The FL In A Werewolf Romance
I didn’t blame El-whatever at all for falling as head over heels as she did with him, so much so that she dared disobey her mate, which in werewolf world is a big no-no.
Yellow lantern lights shone bright, bobbing in the light breeze from the shore behind us, and the water was so still it reflected the moon’s perfect silver, broken only by the lazy ripples from the oars. It was the perfect romantic setup, too perfect. I should’ve been suspicious.
I tucked my feet up under me on the bench, shivering a little in the evening air as he leaned lazily on the oars. “So,” I said, forcing a casual tone, “is this where you lure unsuspecting women before you—”