Days later, Dayne and I have settled into a kind of routine. And by routine, I mean we f**k at night and during the day he disappears into his office. I hang out with Regan or Jenna, or wander aimlessly, knowing I should be doing something with my day, but having no idea what that something should be.
Uncle Glynn never had a Luna. Mostly because I think he’s evil, but that’s just my interpretation. Or maybe it’s that he never showed the slightest interest in mating with anyone. If he ever got the urge to f**k, he certainly didn’t turn to a pack member since we’d have all smelled her on him, and him on her.
The only Luna I ever knew was my mother. But when my parents were still alive, I was a kid who spent all her time running wild, hardly paying any attention to what my mother did, sin
