Luna's Pov

My hand felt warm in Nikkie’s hand. His hand wasn't rough like the hands of the Alphas were. Instead, it was tender, beautiful, and so warm against the cold night.

The wind whipped in my air, as we ran out of the street, into the brighter streets of New York. Everywhere was flooded with pretty lights. Different stalls open with their twinkling lights, and products for sale.

Boutiques, barbing salons, spas, restaurants… and people. So many people walking the streets ...