(Isla)
The door closes and he’s gone.
Kieran.
The rain starts again the second he steps outside. I can hear it hitting the roof.
My knees give out. I slide down the door until I’m sitting on the floor.
“You look like a Luna to me.”
That’s what he said.
Not “you’re a problem.” Not “soft.” Not “a vessel.”
A Luna.
I press both hands to my mouth because if I don’t I’m going to make a sound and I’m done crying where people can hear me.
He knows about Silver Creek. About Zayden. About Nyra and he still said no.
“You’re staying.”
The words loop in my head.
Three weeks ago I was standing in a square while the man I was mated to told 200 wolves I would never be good enough.
Today an Alpha who owes me nothing told his elders the same thing and he chose me.
My hands shake. I put
