her'

feels surreal. I slip into soft slippers and walk around, exploring the space. A bookshelf catches my eye, and in the corner, a cozy writing desk. This all feels so unrea

door. "Luna,

feeling odd at being called "Lun

the meeting with the pack elders,"

I whisper, feeling nervous and unsure. She

dress, along with shoes and leggings. I follow her lead as she helps me with my makeup and

more presentable, I feel anxious-my wounds, somehow healed overnight, are still a mystery to m

p, an expensive watch on his wrist, and black slacks with polished leather loafers. His wavy hair is

overwhelmed by his presence. His scent, woodsy an

rare-it can heal almost anything, but I've heard it takes a significant toll on the A

?" His voice pulls me out of my thou

e look at him and instead stare out the window, watching the scenery pass by. My mind drifts to Clive-his smiling face brings a tear to my eye. I remember our first date at Club Paris in Anchorage, the way we bonded

from my thoughts. "I didn't mean to st

says nothing more but helps me out of the

ers-former Betas, Omegas, and old Alphas-hold their meetings. Harris

ne of the women, with dark hair, greets us. "G

older men cuts in, motioning to anothe

stomach twist, but I follow, casting a glance at Alpha Kayden

e to place my hand on a magic orb. As soon

and bear it. After everything I've been through, this pain is nothing compared to the agony of losing Clive six months ago. My wolf,

ds trembling but holding firm. I don't know why I'm doing this-I never want

I'm led to a room where I must fight magical mannequins designed to simulate rogue wolves. Despi

ood. Using her magic, she makes the blood float in the air, its color shifting and changi

? Is it because I can't bear children? I've wondered about that ever since the war when I was inju