When I get home, Nash is deep in conversation with Greyson and some of the other guys, so I decide not to distract him. I want his full attention when I tell him about the baby.
I get up early the next morning so I can sneak down to the beach and spell out the message. I start looking around for pebbles I can use to form the letters, but before I can even fill my pocket, I hear footsteps behind me.
I turn and see a girl about my age, tall, with freckles dusted across her nose and long brown hair.
“So you must be the new Luna,” she says, looking me up and down with raised eyebrows.
“Hi,” I say. “I’m Sarah. Are you part of the San Diego pack?”
“Yeah,” the girl says, “but I don’t live here.” She tosses her head, gesturing toward the pack house with a disgusted expression. “I’m Regan. I
