Wes comes to an abrupt stop a few feet from me, breathing heavily from his run. "Hi, Luna."
He avoided me for months after the vampire incident, apparently suffering from a severe case of hero worship. Once I finally cornered him and told him to treat me like normal, we've regained a new status quo.
One where he stares at me with stars in his eyes, and I try really, really hard not to notice.
The hero worship has yet to wane. He's absolutely fascinated with the fact that his Luna can wield magic. Most of the younger wolves are. Some of the older ones aren't thrilled, but the overwhelming response has been in my favor, effectively keeping them quiet.
Oh, there are whispers. And those whispers are routed to Lucas' ears.
I know they exist, but I refuse to know what people are saying. As Selene and Vanessa have both pointed out, my self-esteem can be deflated with a single pin.
It's a work in progress.