Jasmin knocked softly on the office door, and opened it when she heard the Luna softly call, “Come in.” The Alpha, Jericho, was hunched over the desk, frowning darkly at a pile of paperwork. The Luna was at the window, repotting a Christmas cactus. She was still incredibly young, not even 19 yet, but there was something very old about her soul, something incredibly deep and ancient in her chocolate-brown eyes. Jasmin thought you could tell just by looking at her that she was powerful and magical. And strangely besotted with houseplants. Since Jericho had taken over the Alpha position from his father, and Eudora had been officially named Luna of the Oakridge Pack, she had filled every available window with green, growing things. Her full lips curved up in greeting when she saw Jasmin
