“You look good,” Lainey marveled, her eyes scanning me from head to toe with open admiration.
“Not too revealing?” I asked, turning slightly to check myself in the mirror, smoothing my hands down the fabric of my skirt. It hugged my body in all the right places, accentuating my curves while still leaving a little to the imagination. I liked it, but I wanted to make sure it was appropriate.
“Please,” she mused, waving her hand dismissively, as if the mere suggestion was ridiculous. Considering her outfit, calling mine revealing would be a stretch. “You look breathtaking, just like a werewolf queen should.”
I smirked at her and shook my head. “Luna,” I corrected. “I’m not a queen. I’m a Luna—there’s a big difference.”
Lainey leaned against the bathroom sink, her arms crossing over her ch
