The Unprepared Luna
he says.
“I need to tell Richie,” she says, rushing back inside, just as Malin walks out.
“Cohen, is everything okay?”
“I need to get home. We’ll talk soon,” Emerson says.
I turn to Malin. “We think we know how Alpha Wyatt is going to come at us. With the witches,” I say, pulling her into my arms.
“Not Maeve? She’s sweet. I’ve met her.”
“No, someone named Levana.”
I pull back, looking at my mate. She’s frowning, worry and concern etched on her face.