Amber paced the length of the living room, her mind racing with a thousand questions. What the hell did it mean to be his mate? She barely knew Dominic. Sure, there had been an undeniable connection between them—one she hadn’t felt with anyone else—but the intensity of it, the bite mark, the way everyone was referring to her as Luna… none of it made sense.
She glanced toward the door, her chest heaving. She couldn’t just sit here and wait for answers. She needed to know what had been done to her. What being a “Luna” entailed. Why she felt different, more alive, more in tune with everything around her. She could hear every little thing—the flutter of a bird’s wings outside, the distant hum of a car miles away—and the scents that assaulted her senses were overwhelming. It wasn’t normal, non
