Zane’s public submission broke the last lingering shred of resistance within the pack. There were no more whispers in the hallways, no more questioning glances from the elders. I was the unquestioned Luna of the Blood Moon Pack, firmly established beside the most powerful Alpha in our history.
But as the days bled into the second week since the festival, a new, far more intense pressure began to build within the packhouse.
The full moon was approaching.
For ordinary wolves, the full moon was a time of heightened energy and mandatory shifting. But for newly discovered fated mates who hadn't yet completed their bond, the full moon was an agonizing, instinct-driven frenzy. The lunar pull demanded that the mate bond be sealed.
Two days before the full moon, I could feel the change in Kael.
