“I like your room,” I told Andrew as we got dressed.
“You mean our room? This is your home too now, Nat.”
I smiled when hearing him say that, “You’re right. I like our room.”
“I’m glad you like it,” he chuckles, “If there’s anything you want to change, feel free. You’re my luna, which means you run the packhouse however you see fit.”
“Wow, no pressure,” I muttered. I don’t know the first thing about being a luna or running a pack house. I’ve been a werewolf for 4 years. I don’t even know how to be a proper one.
“What do you mean by a proper one? You are a proper werewolf,” Flora rolled her eyes at me.
“Am I? I don’t always feel like it.”
“What do you think you have to do? Scare little kids trick or treating on Halloween and steal baskets from little girls walking through the woods
