Just as Dean had warned, the following day turned out to be nothing short of stressful. Becca was informed early that a designer would be arriving at the packhouse to fit her with appropriate clothing, and later at noon, she would be formally introduced to the entire Wrath Pack. The very thought of standing before so many strangers, all eager to scrutinize their new Luna, made her stomach twist with unease. She didn’t want to be a part of this pack—at least not emotionally. Getting attached would only complicate things, especially when her heart was still sore and her intentions far from pure. But as Luna, it was her duty to be seen. The people needed to know who their leader’s mate was.
Until now, she had been making do with Dean’s oversized clothes—his t-shirts, flannels, and sweatpants
