“Randall!” I squeal as his hand connects with the skin of my bare ass.
He laughs, tightening the towel around his waist. “You’re a strong Luna. You’re not going to break.”
“No,” I smirk at him. “I’m not. But you could still be nice.”
He tilts his head and he pulls me against him, looking at me in a way that makes my insides flip. “How nice do you want me to be?” He could be very, very nice right now, but my stomach growls and betrays me. He smiles and kisses my cheek gently. “Later. You need to eat.”
I walk to the closet, looking through all the clothes, feeling a little overwhelmed. We’d agreed that I would go down to the dining room for lunch. It’s a Sunday and lunch, so definitely the least busy time to go, but it still feels scary to meet my new pack. They would have fel
