“She’s the fated Luna of our pack. You won’t believe that. She has been right under our noses.” Lucas tapped Theodore gently on his back with smiles all over his face.
Theo, who had been out of office for a long time stared at him with utmost shock and disappointment. He had always wished and prayed to the Moon Goddess to pair him and Imelda because he likes her a lot.
“Are you… Are you sure of what you’re saying, Lucas? I mean, Imelda can’t possibly be the Alpha’s prophesied Luna. Why didn’t the golden mark show up?” He asked with doubt in the tone of his voice.
Scoffing, Lucas continued. “What the hell are you talking about? Oh, I forgot that you missed the party. The Alpha himself threw a glamorous party just for her. It’s already official that she is the Luna of Silver Crust.”
Theo
