The Alpha’s country house.
Luna was waiting for her at the entrance. It was important for her to learn more about the shifters. Most of all, Polya was interested in the matter of the mark. She was certain Ruslan had left something unsaid.
The guest arrived right on time. Stella was wearing jeans and a T-shirt. It felt unusual to see her without her perfect hairstyle and strict suit.
“Good afternoon, Luna,” — she said, habitually inclining her head.
“Stella, I’m glad to see you,” — Polina stepped closer and hugged her. — “At least at home, let’s use first names, please.”
“Of course, Luna,” — the woman agreed.
They settled in the far corner of the garden, where there was a cozy gazebo. Marta had prepared plenty of snacks. They had agreed in advance on gin and tonic. Polina, as the host
