al
was never meant
edge of bonfires, pretending to smile while others danced under starligh
hat didn't fit her right, with jasmine oil behind her e
veled in the promise of fated mates and Luna blessings. The moon was fu
ldn't ha
an, Alpha of Moonridge, stalk through the crowd. He moved like
iors, stopping to greet the Elder Council, t
d. She turned to leave.
h the haze. "You s
before her, closer than he'd ever
war between recognition and
etween them like a
d. "You're not su
va insisted. Said ev
n his chest. "Nova's
shifted. A flicker of something raw, almost pan
red. "No, this
ed louder, the rhythm matchin
grabbed
oded under her skin, his
harply. "Fat
ant, his eyes darkened. His wol
. Not in front of the El
pierce
orld
ums st
ence sc
-
ss
ed the wr
ror tightening around his chest like a noose.
rst to speak. "Alpha..
her scent, and everything in him had locked into plac
ue mate. The bon
wasn't suppos
healer with no rank, no stand
" he rasped. "It-i
r but firm. "There is no undoing a
soaking through her sleeve, eye
she flinched. And that
nt this," sh
er di
osen. And now every
-
al
e
Past Nova's outstretched hand, past the Elders cal
st swall
at her neck and shoulder, pulsing with unfamiliar energy,
at her skin, at
ckthorn had
n public. Wit
o be anyone's Lun
pping her face, roots trying to trip her. She didn't stop. Couldn'
gainst an ancie
h came like a cruel whisper: no one
pack. Not Elira who was
o
it. Tricked him. Used
hosen by Alphas. They weren't desti
mark on her shoulder glowe
?" she whispered. To him.
-
ss
nded a closed c
t sleep.
rs once, face pale. "Yo
t
he bond was real. Faint,
ain. Her distance like
ay sorry. Want
ords could
, the dama
chosen by the Council was
aid coldly. "You've sham
ing wrong," C
ed. "And now the entire
-
al
or her befo
rds. Sil
ouncil Hall. She barely felt her feet on the g
Elders, warriors, Cres
't look
ccused of unlawful bonding, intentional sedu
d. "What? T
len
rd. His jaw was clenched, voi
d. "Then rectify i
held it
looked
aid n
eamed louder th
-
al
n't impr
exile
se. No goodbye. N
when she h
n didn
loak, a satchel of dried herbs, and the ghost of
rest a
tance, something else st