Saffron and Logan were aloe in his quarters. The sun had gone down, and they had retired early to his bedroom for some "alone time."
"Saffron, I want to make you my Luna, my mate. There is a process you may not be familiar with. You didn't grow up in a pack or even know about werewolves, let alone that you are one. " He began.
"What do we do?" She asked. She was sitting on a lounge chair in her bathrobe with her legs crossed.
Logan paced around the room. He was nervous to tell her about the marking.
"Well, we mark each other. Then we plan a wedding, and then we have an official ceremony introducing you as their new Luna." He explained vaguely.
"Oook," she said, drawing out the beginning of the word, suggesting he expanded on his story. "How do we do the first part?"
"The marking
