Luna
Sleep evaded me after seeing Kane with that woman in the garden. I tossed and turned all night, the image of them standing so close burned into my mind. The mate bond ached in my chest, a constant reminder of what I'd thought I'd gained - and what I might be losing. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw his hand hovering near her waist, saw the way she'd tilted her face up to his. The moonlight had made them look like a painting, perfect and untouchable.
Morning came with no visit from Kane. When I asked the healer about him, she avoided my eyes, suddenly fascinated by the dried herbs hanging from the ceiling.
"The Alpha is quite occupied today," she said, busying herself with mixing something that smelled of mint and yarrow. "But he's instructed us to take good care of you." Her tone
