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lls. Laughter and chatter fill the air as wolves gather for the autumn feast,

es and drums filled the space, though the music faltered when whispers b

ling beneath the eyes that followed us. I keep my chin up, tho

spered, "She looks l

d, "Our Alpha d

at the

look like s

uld have chos

arm never once brush mine. He walked ahead, as if she were a

rd to me either. I try to distract myself by fumbling with my dress. My heart beats fast as I t

ses, raisin

a to share the first dance." His voice rin

ance. I turn to Damon, my hand trembling

flat. He leans back, his gaze hard

silent. My hea

acefully, skirts swaying, and stepped

e Luna, perhaps he would

e. The pack clapped in rhythm, the sound like thunder pounding against my r

A

low in protest. I should claim her, acknowledge her... but pr

nd inside me throbbed angrily. She's mine. Why sh

ends her hand gracefully, in a well calculated precision. I clench my jaws. My wo

And yet... seeing Aria's hand fall, her chest ho

measured, controlled movement, shielding the Luna

R

eart has stopped beating. I can see the surprise o

o move to the center, his strong frame guiding her with effortle

head throbs as the music plays. My muscles tense, my hands clench as I hide them under

ng me towards him, begging for a

gracefully beneath Damon's arm. When the were clos

en the moon godd

ay tears, and turn to leave before t

a –

He appears next to me and places his hand on my shoulder

re grounding than Damon has ever been in pub

" he whispers, his words mean

force myself to breathe. "D

shadowed with something unreadable. "A

L

w. My eyes cut toward Damon, jaw tight. Every fiber of me wants to march t

whisper it, low, meant only

hting to breathe. "Don't

adow passing across my eyes. "A bon

My heart clenches. I wish I can keep h