227 : Matching Outfits

VERENA

“You’re overthinking it. Becoming his Luna is equivalent to marriage for werewolves. The only thing left is to mark each other. Marriage is for humans,” Serena tells me, and I feel reassured.

Yeah, she’s right. We are wolves, so in a way, we’re getting married according to werewolf laws when he makes me the Luna of the Iron Claw Pack. Maybe Elijah wants to do it the traditional way. It's a celebration in itself.

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One week later.

“Rena!” Maria pops her head through the door, and my eyes widen with excitement at seeing her.

“Maria. Come in,” I gesture at her with a wave of my hand.

“Rena, I swear if you move again, I’ll make you look like a ghost with this liner,” Irene points at the liner pen she’s holding. I shrug.

“I can do it myself,” I pout, but she shakes her head.

“Nope, not happening. I have a vision in my head, and you’re not going to ruin it, Missy.” She says in her sassy tone and leans toward me. “Now stay still. Pretend you are a statue.” She shakes the eyeliner pen