Wilmore grabbed the small cupcake and thrust it to his mouth, hardly pushing it down, in disgust, as for not rejecting Luna's hand. The wolf inside him hated it, he was about to vomit so to stop it, he rushed to a tent where a man was selling warm drink. He picked one of the cups and devoured it, ignoring that was burning his mouth and downward.
While Natasha and Eliot were laughing, the panicked girl rushed to him. Clasping his sleeve, he didn't have to eat it if he didn't like it.
You are a fool, Luna why didn't you ask whether he could have it or not! She was denouncing herself.
"Are you okay, Wilmore?"
The man who was selling the drink smiled passionately, handing over a cup of tea to her realizing that the cold made her cheeks blush.
"Young lady, he is a strong man, please have this." He followed the direction that Natasha and Eliot were moving toward.
