SYLVESTER
“She was Luna now. Just not mine.”
I didn’t sleep well.
Even after drinking half a bottle of whiskey, my dreams were full of her, Nora.
Her scent. Her laugh. The way her eyes looked right through me.
I kept waking up in cold sweat, my wolf pacing restlessly inside me. I could feel him clawing at the edges of my chest, trying to speak, but I wasn’t ready to listen again.
Not yet.
I threw on a shirt, barely buttoning it, and stormed out of my room. The halls were still quiet most wolves still asleep from last night’s party. But I had no time for sleep. Not after what I heard this morning.
Nora.
She was made Luna.
Logan, that bastard from Shadowcrest, announced it in front of his whole pack.
My chest still burned from the words. My fists clenched so hard I thought I had
