As they continued their tour, Fiore found herself more at ease. Lance led her through the winding streets, pointing out various landmarks and explaining the history behind each one.
Everywhere they went, pack members greeted them warmly, but Fiore noticed a few women who seemed particularly eager to catch Lance's attention. One woman, her smile overly sweet, brushed her hand against Lance's arm as she greeted him, her eyes lingering on him longer than necessary. Another, with a coy tilt of her head, laughed a bit too loudly at something Lance said, her gaze flicking toward Fiore as if testing her reaction.
Fiore felt a sharp pang of irritation. The audacity of these women, to flirt with Lance so openly in her presence—as if she, the Luna, didn’t matter. She rolled her eyes, barely suppr
