~Harlow’s Point of View~
“Doing okay? You weren’t at dinner,” I hear, as the voice breaks my daze. I look up from the laundry I’m trying to move from the washer to the dryer and see Luna Viola.
“Yes, I just uhm, ate at work. How are you,” I quickly ask. Few people I know I have a “job” and those that do thankfully don’t ask much about it. You know like what I actually do there.
If I keep a mild conversation with her, and act interested, she often keeps things short and to the point. There’s also been a few times she’s brought up things out in the open where anyone could hear, and I don’t appreciate that. I have enough problems! But I couldn’t exactly come here to live without the Alpha and Luna knowing what they were taking on.
“Well I have some clothes for you if you want to come by
