~Missy’s Point of View~ I’d spent about six hours with Tyra and I knew two things for certain: she was a machine who truly was born for this, and I was so screwed. She knew absolutely everything about the pack, down to the finest details. She even knew how to tell poisonous bushes, berries and trees apart. She knew where all the property lines were, she could even tell time by looking at the sun!! I, meanwhile, was too humiliated to bring up the fact that I threw up looking at the gift that my mate’s wolf brought me. That I couldn’t even stomach watching them enjoy their kill. Luna Missy? No way! It took everything I had to try and hide my true feelings from mates, about not wanting to be their Luna. It abso
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