Elara's POV
Damien replied almost instantly: [Perfect. I'll pick you up at nine.]
I stood on the steps for a moment, the envelope tucked under my arm, and thought about who else might be there.
The university's honors board read like a directory of Newland's most powerful werewolf families.
Orion had graduated summa c*m laude.
Celeste had spoken at commencement.
I let myself think about it for exactly as long as it took to decide it didn't matter.
This was my school.
These were my professors, my classmates, my years.
I'd earned every credit in those halls through my own work, long before anyone had ever called me a Luna, a mate, or a wife.
I handed the FedEx envelope to the courier waiting at the bottom of the steps and watched him drive away.
Then I sent Damien one last message
