Jean-Luc
After picking Iris’ clothes up in her old apartment, we drove to the pack house. Ma Belle seemed distant, thoughtful, her gaze fixed on the passing landscape through the window.
My hand wrapped around her delicate one, “Don’t be nervous, Ma Louve. They will welcome you and with a little time, I am sure they will love you. Some might need more time, but they will see the kind, strong and fair Luna you are going to be and that will win their loyalty.”
“How many people will be there today?” she asked. Even though she was nervous the fire of determination was burning in her blue eyes.
“Only the Lycans of the Paris’ Pack. We are around three-hundred,” I replied, squeezing her hand in reassurance. A deep sigh left her lips but she nodded.
I knew that everyone who was worth it—
