EIGHT

Anya's Point of View

"Luna, this is what you are supposed to wear," Lorraine said with a dress in her hands. I got up from my bed and grabbed it away from his hand. When I woke up earlier, Marcus wasn’t by my side anymore.

"What time will the Alpha of the Silver Moon Pack come here?" I asked Lorraine as I walked towards the mirror.

"Alpha did not say anything about it, Luna, but maybe they may be arriving this afternoon. That's what my mate said to me," Lorraine answered my question.

"I already want to meet the Alpha," my wolf said in glee. I’m glad she recovered because when I’m feeling down, she would feel it too and tried comforting me in every way that she can.

"All right, Lorraine. I'll take care of myself," I said to her because I saw her carrying a makeup kit.

"But Luna, the Alpha ordered me to take care of you," Lorraine said. I looked at her in the eyes. I don’t want to get my hopes up.

"Is it true that he ordered you?" I asked. She smiled at me and spoke.