“You have a fitting, go shower and meet me here in an hour.” Luna Sky orders. No one moves when she waves her hand in the air, the events of what happened at the Winder Pack are still ingrained in our minds.
Everyone’s faces ask the same question as me, “why do we have a fitting?”
“Come on, we don’t have the whole day.” The Luna speaks.
“Luna Sky, where are we going?” One wolf inquires.
“Dear, who said you need somewhere to be to have a fitting?” She jokes, her eyes glittering. It is a nice joke, really, but no one smiles or laughs. We need an answer, the last thing we all need is the repetition of what happened.
Meghan steps forward, “Luna Sky, with all due respect, we would like to know where we are going or why we need new clothes.” She sends her mother her signature smile, the sm
