Landon's POV
I know of absolutely no pack in the world, where the luna of the pack had been anything but a werewolf. And as if reading my thoughts, Dad furrow his brows once more and things about it.
“Does she know about--- us?” he asked after a while. Because, of course, werewolves have strict laws about telling humans about us. Big ‘no-go’ and a gruesome death to all who betray their kind, and yada-yada-yada… But vampires don’t have such rules – or at least not in that degree, which in turn made Black Luna a gray-zone for the whole human-knowing-about-us-bullshit…
“No, I haven’t told her. I wanted to talk to your first,” I confess – and while we’re confessing things: “And I sort of invited her to have dinner with us this Sunday.”
“You think she’s ready for the family?” he smirked wit
