Emma sat quietly beside him beneath the open sky of the territory park. The gentle wind moved through the grass like a whisper from the Moon Goddess herself, yet Emma's thoughts were far from peaceful. His earlier words still echoed inside her mind, stirring emotions she had never learned how to name.
"Well, I'm Oliver. And you?"
"E… E…" The name lingered on her tongue, but she swallowed it back—she couldn't trust him enough to let him hear it.
"My little she-wolf wears my mother's Luna corsets because she cannot wait to claim one for herself. I believe you are growing into a powerful she-wolf, and I do not understand why you should feel ashamed of it," Oliver repeated calmly.
Emma stared at him, stunned by how easily he spoke about something that embarrassed her so deeply.
"Brooklyn…" Emma murmured under her breath as realization struck her.
"What do you mean?" Oliver asked, tilting his head slightly as he watched her.
Emma leaned forward, her voice tense.
