Blake's scream was still ringing in the hall when Cole licked the blood from my neck.
He didn't hide the mark. He made sure everyone saw it — fresh, golden at the edges, already healing into a permanent crescent bite.
My scent changed in that instant.
No longer just pup or rejected girl or even Luna Aurea. Now it was Cole's Luna. Dread Pack. Alpha-female. Taken. Claimed. Protected by a male who had just lifted a rival Alpha off the floor with one hand.
My father made a choked sound.
Chloe passed out. Literally fainted. Lucy — who had appeared out of nowhere, my fierce best friend — caught her before her head hit the stone and rolled her eyes.
"Drama queen," Lucy muttered, dragging Chloe by her hair to the side like a sack of rice.
Blake was on the floor, clutching his chest. The bon
