Page 32 of Luna Trials
“Why are you helping me?” I raced after Jesse who moved crazy fast through the rows. “I mean, thank you, but you don’t have to do this.”
“Please, and let my hair and makeup go to waste.” He squinted, scrutinizing me as he held up a bag.
“Fair enough.” I nodded. I’d hate for my work to be unappreciated too.
“I’m screwing with you.” He tossed me the bag. “I know what it’s like to come from a small town and stumble into the big city. There’s no need for both of us to live the alley cat life.”
I wanted to know more, but I also didn’t want to press him. It was awfully nice for him to care.
He grabbed two more bags off the hangers. “You still have time to try these on. But if you messup your hair, our situation-ship is officially on the rocks.”
“Noted.” I smiled just as the basement door swung open.
Jesse’s eyes narrowed at the human woman who came walking in on six-inch stiletto heels and curls piled higher than that on her head. Behind her was a female wolf shifter with long black hair and big doll-like eyes who blinked nervously in the fluorescent light.
I stood up taller, wanting to introduce myself and ask the other Luna candidate what her name was. Since we were both in the secret basement handout section, I figured we would get along. But Jesse was much stronger than he looked, dragging me out while the she-wolf avoided my gaze.
“What was that about?” I asked as the door slammed shut behind us.
“She’s with Genie,” Jesse said.
“And?”
“And my sweet pup, you have much to learn about this world. Starting with, don’t mess with another stylist’s pick.”
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I looked like a totally different person wearing the Dior pencil skirt and sweetheart silk blouse that came down to my elbows and tapered at the waist. Jesse had pulled some low pump heels out of Goddess knew where which I could actually walk in.
With my new hair and makeup, I felt like I might have a shot at this. I was full of unearned confidence as I walked into the lineup for the interview just as Molly called my name.
I took a deep breath and stepped forward.
Fallon came from the other room dressed in head-to-toe black that fit her curves and left nothing to the imagination. She looked like sex on heels. Even my jaw dropped as she tore off the cord to her microphone and her long black hair swept over her shoulder like some gothic shampoo model.
Fallon’s eyes met mine and she gave me a sympathetic smile. “Good luck in there.”
Luck?
Wait.
Why do I need luck?
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Ranger
The gym was packed full of swinging dicks and grunting males all posturing under weights. It stunk like piss and sweat markings from the secreting hormones. If my wolves back home walked in here now, they’d be laughing with me.
This whole thing was a fucking joke.
Yet here I was, playing the game.
I lifted the bench press bar back onto the rack and wiped the sweat from my eyes, keeping a look out for any males that wanted to test me today. None of them were biting though. My wolf was bored.
We didn’t belong here.
Still, the opportunity was too good to pass up.