Chapter 18: The Portrait
Levi looked like he was praying for the couch to open up and swallow him alive.
Her braid finished, Dakota lept off the couch. “Yes!” she cried. “Miss Amanda, you would be the bestest Luna!”
“Best,” Levi said, woodenly.
“Best Luna!” Dakota corrected herself.
Amanda smiled a little. “Well, thank you, but that doesn’t really answer my question. What’s a Luna?”
“You know,” Dakota said, and did some odd sort of gesture with her hands. “Like a mom for the pack.”
She tilted her head to the side, brows furrowed.
Utah stood, too. “Because Dad–I mean, um, Uncle… Uncle is the Alpha, and he’s like the pack’s dad.” He nodded to himself. “And the pack doesn’t have a mom. So you can be the mom, and Uncle can be the dad.”
She realized, suddenly, that they were trying to set her up as Levi’s wife.
That explained the wishing-for-death expression he was sporting.
“Well.” She coughed. “That is very nice, um, but I can’t turn into a wolf.”