The Tribe
I say, having a swig of my drink.
‘Why, what’s going on?’ He asks, all sleepiness gone from his tone and into beta mode.
“Luna and I had an interesting night. Let’s put it like that.”
‘In what way? Is she okay?’ He asks, worry coming through his tone.
“She’s physically healed, yes, but…” I rub my forehead, pacing.
‘What?’
“She’s been abused, Dean.” I sigh. “And she’s had a mate before,” I say with a slight growl.