A P

gle message through the Mind-Link. It was as if the five years

every inch of it a monument to a love that was now a lie

I said, my

ated. "Future Lun

voice leaving no room for argument. "When I am done, it will b

nd got to work. I didn't

her, Alpha Robert, was still away, finalizing the terms of a treaty with a neighboring pack. His fa

said, his golden Alpha eyes stu

eplied. "About my condition

es

the Mo

generations of our pack's Lunas, the ultimate symbol of power and inheritance. For an Alpha's daugh

ound of pure pride. "That's my daughter. It's yours. The Sil

you,

he Moon Temple, a neutral territory for all packs. Your intended, Alpha Silas

own of deep crimson that clung to my curves, a stark

d scents of werewolves from a dozen different packs. But something was wrong. The cen

aiden. Then, the music swelled for the opening dance, and Lucian ap

es moving in perfect sync, their scents-his pine and her cloying vanilla-twisting together into an unmista

erupted a

Alpha's oth

. She must be the next

y smell like they'

vents with me. He had always refused, claiming he was uncomfortable in crowds, that he didn't want to prov

claiming the spotlight he always said he hated. He wa