Ella's POV

　　"Are you made, Luna?"

　　Myra's voice sounded so childlike like she was scared, and I had to clench my jaws not to shudder at that word. Luna. I'm no Luna. I will never be. Ryan said that himself, and I'm no wolf.

　　"No, I'm. No, and please don't call me that. Call me..."

　　I shifted in my seat; the skin on my ass was warm and throbbing against the hard car seats. Resulting in my tightening my grip on the steering wheel as I stared ...