My wild girl was a clever sausage with sauce on. “She’s a moon doubter!” Sonny shouted, pretending to throw up a bit in his mouth. Or maybe he actually did. I chuckled. Wolves were fun. “Moon doubter, moon doubter, moon doubter!” I started chanting, jumping up and down and more and more of Rosalie’s pack picked up the chant. “It’s not – that’s not what I-” Amira spluttered, and I grinned darkly as Rosalie advanced on her.
