Sloane’s POV
‘Has she been stalking us?’ Both my wolf and I have the same thought.
Luna Willa stands beside a sleek black car parked along the curb, her immaculate appearance sharply at odds with the coldness in her eyes. Her hair is perfectly arranged, her expensive coat fitted to her slender frame, and her expression carries the sort of disdain that doesn't need an audience to flourish.
Her resemblance to her son is so strong.
“Luna.” My nails dig into my palm, my stomach fluttering nervously. Yes, the bad kind of nervous, because I know it’s something to do with her house and my being there.
And obviously Xavier.
“Come here. We need to talk.”
It's not an invitation. She heads toward the narrow space between the café and the neighboring building, already expecting me to follow. Fo
