Kennedy
When I get downstairs, I don’t miss the looks from the pack members. Even in jeans, I stand out with my bright yellow top. Oh well, this is who I am.
“Hello,” I say, as I pass the pack members.
“Hello, Luna,” they murmur.
I don’t see Quirin, but I’m sure he’s got a lot going on. Yesterday was a very busy day for him, between the attack on his pack and finding his mate. He said he’d find me and since he hasn’t, I know he’s busy.
When I walk into the kitchen, I see one of the pack members talking to an omega. I can smell her fear as he towers over her.
“Hello,” I say, making my presence known. “Is there a problem?” I ask, walking to stand next to the omega. The man is obviously a warrior, strong and tall. He has multiple scars on his face and neck, and what I can see of his arm
