Michael
Lying there, all I could think about was the meeting. The future Lycan King had appointed the Tanger Moon Pack to host a masked ball in his honor. All Alphas and their Lunas were to attend. They were making this ball mandatory because the King’s mate, unfortunately, passed before giving him an heir. All packs were to meet with him so he can choose which pack his mate will be chosen from.
For some reason, this doesn’t sit well with me. After the conversation I had with his Beta, it seems as though he is interested in the girl who wore a mask at the Hallows Ball, but I know that girl, and she will never be his. She is my mate. My heart. The reason my blood continues to pump through my veins.
The sudden ring of my phone drew me from my thoughts. It was a text from an unknown nu
