I looked beautiful. I knew I did, but every time a werewolf did a double take to look at me, I felt even prettier.
The night air was thick with incense and moonlight. Drums beat in a slow, hypnotic rhythm that echoed through the clearing, each pulse seeming to settle into my bones.
Wolves from every corner of the territory stood in a wide circle, their eyes reflecting silver in the glow of the Blood Moon.
I stood in the center, the ceremonial white gown clinging to my skin from the damp mist that hung low in the trees. My heart raced, but I kept my chin lifted. Tonight was supposed to be the night the Moon chose my mate. One Alpha. One bond. One future.
Alpha Kael waited at the edge of the circle, broad shoulders silhouetted against the burning torches. His presence was magnetic, his
