Chapter 80

As if on cue, Rochelle stepped outside with her backpack slung over her shoulder as she made her way down the porch steps. She was wearing a simple purple tank-top with faded jean shorts and her old converse that I had actually noticed she wore often. Nevertheless, she looked stunning. My wolf immediately calmed down at the sight of her, especially when she sent a bright smile our way which nearly made us weak in the knees. Yes, I may be future Alpha and a strong wolf, but this girl seemed to have an effect on me that was unlike any other.

She looked over at my father, John and Andrew and smiled shyly. Her father wasn't looking and I noticed John and Andrew bow respectfully her way. They may be older than she was, but she was still their future Luna and respect was something that werewolves honored. Well, except for rogues who couldn't care less about respect and honor.