The Runaway Luna
I lowered my gaze, feeling a little disappointed.
Someone invited me in, and I caught Darcy’s nervous gaze on me. I put on a sweet smile, sat beside him, stroked his face, and said, “Sorry I’m late.” He sighed with relief unexpectedly and corrected me, “Ginger, you are now my Luna. Don’t keep apologizing.” The werewolves around us cheered and heckled, “Kiss! Kiss! Kiss!” Being Darcy’s Luna was totally different from being a simp—obviously, my social status had risen. In the past, those werewolves looked down on me and made fun of me, but now they respectfully called me Luna.
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