Princess Lunae sat by the tall window of her chamber, moonlight casting silver lines across her skin. She stared at the wall in the distance
the one that kept her inside, protected, watched.
Imprisoned.
Tonight, she was to be presented to her future mate.
A stranger. The heir to the enemy pack. Her fate was decided by politics and bloodlines. She was royalty, yes—but she was never free.
But tonight?
She wanted her own story. Her own choice. Her own night to burn.
Her maids, the two orphan girls raised in the palace, watched her with wide, wet eyes.
“Please,” Lunae whispered, gripping their hands. “Just for a few hours. No one has to know. I swear I’ll be back before sunrise…”
The girls hesitated—then finally nodded.
One brought her a cloak. The other loosened the iron window latc
