"I apologize for my appearance." I am silently embarrassed at how I have met this Luna.
Luna Francesca looks like a true Southern Bell. Her hair is smooth and shiny. Her make-up is impeccable even though she has been crying, and so is her outfit. I catch my reflection in one of the windows of the pack house. My hair is a tangled mess, and my make-up is running down my face. My clothing is oversized and falling off of me. I wouldn't want to shake my hand either.
An Omega appears in the doorway and lowers her head to the Alpha and the Luna. Her eyes meet mine, and she looks at me with a shocked expression. Suddenly, she bares her neck to me and mumbles an apology.
I smile at her gently, but she continues to keep her neck bared. She refuses to meet my gaze.
"Lacy," Alpha Fer
