Second Chance Luna (Phoebe and Jason) novel Chapter 81

Camilla sank into the diner booth warming her hands with the cup of coffee in front of her. She wasn’t even sure where she was anymore. Ever since Winter Moon’s Luna Ceremony she had been wandering without direction. It was impossible for her to remain in the pack with that lanky b***h acting all high and mighty. How could life be so cruel to her? One moment she was the envy of every she-wolf hanging off the arm of an alpha and now here she was with hardly a duffle bag to her name. Some paragraphs are incomplete if you are not reading this novel on Jobnib.com. Visit Jobnib.com to read the complete chapters for free. When she left she had taken every bit of jewelry from her room before she was forced to vacate the Alpha floor. William wouldn’t even look at her or spare her a moment of his time as he waited on his new Luna. And it was that gray-eyed b***h’s fault. If not for her William would have taken her for a mate and she would have been Winter Moon’s beloved Luna.

And now? Some lanky, beanpole was Luna. Camilla had no idea where such a flat twig came from or how she so easily won over William to get him to claim her but it simply wasn’t fair. She was the one who put in years of hard work. That place was meant for her, she earned it. But no. That gray-eyed wench just had to get her nose involved.

Where did that leave her? A laughing stock, unable to show her face to any wolf.

“Someone looks like they are having a hard time.”

Camilla stiffened looking up as another woman sat across from her. The redhead was definitely a wolf. The fine lines around her eyes not quite covered by concealer indicated she was at least middle-age for werewolves, perhaps in her sixties. Her aura was definitely sharpened by experience.

“Did I say you could join me?” Camilla sneered. Though the other’s aura spoke of experience it wasn’t particularly potent indication they were probably not ranked.

“Seems to me you need all the friends you can get,” the other said with a smirk.

“And who said we were friends?” Camilla warily eyed her.

“We might not be but we do have a shared enemy… Blue Moon’s Luna.”

Camilla tried not to flinch but the smile on the other she-wolf’s face showed she failed. Glancing around the diner she dropped her voice, “And what would you know about it?”

“I know you lost your chance at being Luna because of her. Because of her, you were scorned and humiliated. Don’t you want a chance at evening the score?”

“What’s it to you? What did she do to you?” Camilla asked.

“That’s for me and my benefactor to know.”

“Benefactor?”

“That’s right. He has a vested interest in Blue Moon and he pays very well,” the she-wolf said taking a out a small card and pushing it toward her. “If you accept his offer follow the instructions on this card and wait for him to contact you.”

Camilla glanced at the card nearly choking on her coffee, “There? Why there?”

“Now is not the time to be asking questions. If you want answers you’ll do as you’re told. Or you can keep wandering around until your money runs out,” the she-wolf smirked and stood. “The choice is yours.”

Flipping back her hair the she-wolf departed as suddenly as she appeared leaving Camilla to consider her options. Leaving the diner the redhead turned down an ally and found a sedan waiting for her. She slid into the passenger seat not looking at the driver or the passenger in the back.

“Did you deliver the offer?” the passenger in the back asked. Though he was shrouded in shadow a wolf’s vision wouldn’t have much difficulty seeing his features, which was why the she-wolf kept her gaze straight ahead.

“I did, but do we really need her? She doesn’t appear particularly bright.”

“Pawns don’t need to be bright.”

The she-wolf nodded.

“As for your next assignment, you are sure you can get in without raising alarm?”

“Of course. I still carry the pack scent.”

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