: The Cerem
ina Vale &
rina
ina stood in the middle of the Blackthorn ceremonial hall, her cloak draped low
Reign would c
wouldn'
g. Beneath the illusion spell, her pulse thundered wi
joy in her chest and a promise on her lips. She would've s
go, Lucas Reign
ced his rejection in front of the en
hyb
iabi
ea
to be loved or
d disa
return until Kaelen had
ched the man who had once held her heart... and the
ss. Every inch the politi
," she whispered under her br
Reig
ldn't
faintly on his wrist. His pack cheered. The music of drums and howls rose aro
ould feel wa
bo
sp
pe
silen
is had solidified political alliances, calmed the dissen
he co
es, untamed laughter, that hybrid fire that no council could con
ran up h
his head
s gaze locked onto a cloaked figure in the shadows watc
i
t, flared with a viol
ari
rina
ak his vows. To witness the h
eyes met, she stagger
bo
sn't
never
... it wa
, a cold presence bru
el
he murmured, voice low,
o see fo
ched. "You'r
llowed. "It'
narrowed. "The
se she didn't know if it
of the Moon Ston
. The glowing rune cracked down the m
in alarm, "This
Lucas c
ins, veins darkening. His ey
dn't h
burning away in a flash of violet light. Wo
....Luca
e wak
ing, breath shal
open, blood at the
na?" he
"I didn't come here
glowed as they hove
ic," she whispered... bu
light touched him Ka
id, voice ice.
met his-torn,
had to