Jolie POV
"You need real clothes," Luna announces, appearing in my doorway with car keys dangling from her finger. "Not borrowed t-shirts and jeans that are three sizes too big."
I look down at my outfit Knox's old Iron Fangs shirt hanging off my small frame like a tent. "These are fine. I don't need"
"You need clothes that fit." She crosses her arms, giving me a look that says arguing is pointless. "And you need to get out of this compound before you start growing roots."
An hour later, I'm following her through a small mountain town, trying not to stare at everything like the sheltered runt I am. The Nightshade Pack controlled our territory so tightly that I rarely left the estate. This normal human world feels alien and overwhelming.
"Breathe," Luna says, steering me into a clothin
