85 : Powers of the Celestial Wolf

VERENA

My heart tugs on hearing it. Sometimes he does that when he’s too focused or stressed about something.

He’ll get an earful from me. How dare he ask me if I ate or not while he’s skipping his own meals?

“Wait, Luna. I heard that you also shifted,” Dory says as we walk out of Ezra’s room and head to the living room.

“Yeah, recently.”

“It's a celestial wolf, right?” she asks, and I nod.

“Yep, that’s me,” Serena says inside my head.

“She can’t hear you,” I retort to my wolf.

“Ugh, being a wolf sucks!” she says, and I can feel her disappointment. “I should have been the human, you should have been the wolf.”

I hold the urge to roll my eyes. She has a five-year-old’s mind.

“Hmmm.” Dory stops midway in the hall, and Drake almost collides with her as he’s walking behind her.

“Hey! Move your fat ass,” he scowls at her.

“Shut up, macaroni head. I'm thinking something here,” she retorts, and his jaw tightens.

“You—”

“Calm down, no fighting,” I tell them both while pressing my lips to hold