Nella’s Point of View.
Reylin and I are back in our room, changing our clothes for the Alpha Challenge. My wardrobe comprises stretchy pants and baggy t-shirts, as I am in this weird in-between size. Too small for maternity clothes and too big for regular clothes. For formal events and work, I wear dresses.
Reylin slides in behind me, wrapping his arms around my waist.
“That was an exceptional display, baby.” He says in my ear. “Those three are constantly bickering and fighting, with no consideration for the obvious. Your answer was quite smooth. It was Prime Luna-esque.”
I lean my head back, kissing him.
“Why aren’t their lunas involved in the treaties?”
I wonder this, as everyone I have met is smart, interesting, creative and all-around wonderful wolves.
“Probably because they wou
