Kayla
I stepped up to the registration table. “Kayla Reynolds,” I said, not that I needed to tell him who I was. And I hated the sound of Nicholas’s name attached to mine.
The clerk, a young man with a clipboard and a faint scar across his brow, blinked at me. He hesitated, his pen hovering over the paper, as if unsure whether to write my name down.
“Is there a problem?” I asked, folding my arms across my chest.
He shook his head quickly, scribbling my name onto the list. “No, Luna. I’m just… surprised to see you entering, that’s all.”
I didn’t need him to elaborate. I knew what he was thinking. A wolfless woman, their Luna no less, signing up for the Darkmoon hunt? It was unheard of. Insane, even. And I couldn’t help but agree, but I had spent far too long training my
