I had way more stamina than Ella, so I was up way earlier.
She was still curled up in my arms, eyes closed. I leaned down and kissed her cheek. Just as I reached for my phone, Ella stirred. Her voice was a little raspy. “Oliver, don’t forget we’re meeting Charlie today.”
“Of course,” I said, wrapping an arm around her head. “I wouldn’t forget.”
Charlie wanted us to meet the fashion designer he’d found.
As Luna, Ella needed something that actually fit the role.
She got out of bed pretty quickly—these days she was bouncing back fast, a far cry from the fragile wolf girl she used to be.
We drove to Charlie’s place together. He was sitting in the living room, dressed in his usual old-school clothes, looking serious.
“Alpha and Luna are here,” the servant whispered to him
