I suddenly notice I'm allowing him to carry me, and I pound of his chest, "I can walk." He ignores me and I reach down to punch him in the jewels. He swiftly catches my hand, "Nice try, princess." I growl lowly, snarling at him. He smiles, looking down fondly at me. "You'll make a fantastic Luna," he says, pride beaming from his voice. My wolf is practically howling from the compliment, wanting to take her rightful position as head of this pack. I shake my head quickly, "Good luck with that." He kisses my forehead, "Baby, you've met your match."