The bite should have been the end of it.
In werewolf lore, when an Alpha marks his Luna, the bonding is done. You get a mark, you get mindlink, you get a little glow, and you go to sleep.
No one told me what happens when a White Wolf marks an Alpha of Alphas.
It started on the walk back to the packhouse.
Cade carried me again — bridal style, his cloak wrapped around me, my new permanent golden-white mark throbbing on his neck, my own mark on my knee burning like fire.
Halfway through the forest, my skin started to burn for a different reason.
It wasn't pain. It was heat. Low in my belly, spreading up my spine, making my wolf whine and pace.
Mate. Mate. Mate. Need mate.
"Luna, what is happening?" I whispered, clutching Cade's shirt.
Claiming heat, she growled, but her voice was thi
