Number 42's POV
The conviction and fire in her words made me grin widely and as she excitedly began her plans in my head, I refocused my attention on Becky, who was looking at me quizzically.
"Are you alright Luna?" she asked, her eyebrows drawn together in concern as she moved onto pulling a brush through my hair.
"Yes, sorry, I was talking to my wolf." I chuckled. "I'm not used to having to hold conversations with both people and my wolf at the same time. It might take a little getting used to."
"Luna please, there is no need to apologise to me." She said hurriedly, horrified that I would even do such a thing.
"If I feel an apology is warranted, then I will do so." I grinned good-naturedly, waving my hand dismissively.
I hoped that I would be able to count on Becky as
