Leah
The hot water had done little to wash away the tension coiled in my muscles. I stood in front of the mirror in Darien's bathroom, staring at my reflection, watching steam curl and fade against the glass. My hair hung damp against my shoulders, and I'd changed into clean clothes, but I still felt unsettled. Raw.
I'd agreed to be a stand-in luna.
The words echoed in my head as I made my way down the stairs, each step measured and careful. What the hell had I gotten myself into? A fake mate, to an alpha I'd never met, all to fool some ancient Raven Witch who wanted to create a super army. It sounded like something out of a fever dream, not reality.
But the cuts that had healed under Darien's touch had been real. The Dire Wolves in the arena had been real. The black feather, the viole
