Chapter 42: Paris

Rainy’s POV

As Brett and I drive to the airport with Harold, I can see a small sleek navy blue, gold, and crème colored jet parked on the runway.

Of course, we are flying in his private jet. In our private jet. Being a Luna is going to take some getting used to, even though I have been one since the beginning of time.

I run my fingers over the pearls around my neck. Brett says they bring out the peach in my complexion and the emerald green in my eyes.

We are hardly able to unclasp our hands for even a moment now that we have found each other again after spending so long living in the darkness of lies. Our fingers shall remain intertwined for as long as they possibly can this time.

Harold is unphased by our wolf forms as he drives us around at Brett’s bidding. I must remember ask Brett more about how he came to find this sweet, helpful man. Maybe at dinner tonight.