EMMA
The moon hung like a silver crown above the Moonstone Pack, pouring its cold light over everything. It was a full moon fitting, really.
The kind of night where old truths were revealed and destinies, whether wanted or not, were sealed in stone.
Outside, the pack was buzzing like a hive of wolves dressed in silk. The ceremonial grounds were bursting at the seams.
Alphas from every corner of the kingdom had gathered, hungry for spectacle, for power, for the union I didn't even want.
But I… I was standing in front of a mirror in a room that smelled faintly of lavender and war.
The reflection staring back at me didn't feel like me.
A woman in white. A neck bare, soon to be claimed by a man I didn't love. Lips painted the soft color of betrayal. Eyes that shimmered with secrets and sacrifice.
My stomach twisted.
I wasn't supposed to be here. Not beside Xander. Not standing in the same house that had once ordered the destruction of my father.
