Luciana POV
I step out of the shower, with a towel wrapped around me, before I head to my bedroom and dress in a pair of dark, ripped, skinny jeans, and red tube top. That damn rogue wolf, Daniella is out scouting again and I swear if she gets caught, I’m going to tear her to pieces myself. I towel-dry my hair as I consider the possibility of her succeeding in ridding of the so-called Luna and her pup, so that I may finally take my place at Travis’ side. As I blow out and style my straight black hair, I fantasize Travis’s hands roaming over my body. Smiling to myself as I recall of the girth of his c**k as he pounded into my core, I suddenly am overwhelmed with the smell of black licorice, which is one of my favorite guilty pleasures. I turn off the dryer and walk out to the kitchen, fol
