“He was warning me.” She yawns.
“What about?” I rumble, fearing I already know the answer.
“Nothing I didn’t already know.” Ella shrugs sleepily. “That your mate will come along one day and you’ll no longer need me to be Luna.”
Only the sight of Ella contentedly stretching into my touch like a sleepy kitten keeps me from jumping to my feet and growling. “He has no business saying such things to you.”
“Why not?” She purrs, “It’s true.”
I don’t know why it bothers me so much to hear her speak that way – but it does. “You know that and I know that – but he things you’re my second chance mate like everyone else. He thinks you’re a she-wolf and he has no right to interfere.” The truth is that he completely crossed a line. Ella isn’t familiar enough with our ways to understand how egregi
