“Alpha Clarissa,” I grin, returning her smile.

“No please Luna,” she snorts. “Call me Clarissa, it's awkward for you to call me Alpha.”

“And yet, you call me Luna ?” I frown, both of us sharing a laugh a second later.

Clarissa leans on the car next to me, clutching her purse in front of her in an elegant manner. I like Clarissa, we attended summer camp together as kids for about five years. She is one of the most humble and down to earth people I've ever met in my life, absolutely incredible in every aspect of the word.

“So, did you hear about the untimely death of Charity...