_Dorian's POV_
I forced my lips into a polite smile, though my insides churned with unease. Lyla sat before me, her posture graceful, her expression unreadable. She looked every bit the Luna of the Blood Moon Pack, her fingers laced with Aaron’s as if it were the most natural thing in the world.
But it wasn’t.
I knew it wasn’t.
Shadow paced within me, his growl barely contained. Something’s wrong, he said again, his voice edged with frustration. She is not acting like she was our mate. She should recognize us. She should feel something.
I didn’t respond to him. Instead, I turned my attention back to Lyla, forcing my voice to stay casual.
“You must enjoy life here,” I said, watching her closely. “The Blood Moon Pack is strong. Aaron leads well.”
Lyla nodded and offered me a small smi
