“Hello again, mate.”
Luna glares at the man they say is Cain’s brother, the rogue alpha Calvin. Or Abel, as Stacey has mentioned he prefers to be called.
“You..!? You’re him!?”
The witch turns to Luna and asks. “Is it true? Is he your fated mate?” The witch asks eagerly, almost impatient to know the truth. “You’re human but still…can you feel something?”
Oh, she feels something, alright. Luna can feel the anger rising in her chest.
She takes a few tentative steps towards him. He seems so relaxed and composed and he is looking at her with something close to amusement and…something else she cannot fathom. And yet she is too upset to think about it so, instead, she steps closer and closer to him.
She lets her eyes roam around, trying to commit everything to memory. To check if it was,
