Emily's POV
"Evening Luna!" Sasha sang as she entered my room. She had a broad smile on her lips and was shaking her hips as she moved around me. She came to do my hair and make-up— obviously Luke's doing.
Sasha twirled around me, grabbing my brush, and I couldn't help but chuckle at her enthusiasm.
"Evening Sasha," I said, "you seem happy about something."
Sasha stopped what she was doing and giggled like a teenager having her crush talk to her.
"Sorry, Luna," she said, trying hard not to let another giggle escape. "But I think I am in love."
"Oh?" I replied. That was good news. She needed someone who would accept her for who she was.
"I-I-I found my mate earlier. He is such a handsome beast. He has those big, dreamy brown eyes, dark, long, curly hair, and muscles to die for. He is
