Lana
I adjusted my short black wig nervously. Luna Rose was a skilled artist, and she was able to cover my crimson mark and apply a deep sapphire copy of it in its place. I had to keep reminding myself not to anxiously rub at it. I was also wearing brown contact lenses to conceal my heterochromia.
Elijah stood at my side, his baseball cap dipped down to hide most of his face. He made sure not to allow anyone to get a full look at him. We blended in fairly well amongst the Crimson Moon pack town’s people. The familiar Alpha mansion sat atop a summit in the distance. Our destination. The townsfolk weren’t as lively as I remembered, and it was easy to feel the fear that followed them as they went about their day to day lives. No wrong movements. Constantly walking on eggshells as
