BLOOD CRESCENT
ALEXANDER
I’m back in the great hall. The torches burn low, but it is bright enough to see everyone clearly.
I hear the chatter of the pack, the laughter, the low sound of drums. My father stands at the center, towering, proud, his voice echoing as he calls for silence.
“Tonight, I present to you my new consort.”
The air thickens, and my chest tightens, though I don’t know why. The crowd parts, and I see the figure cloaked in silk, a veil hiding her face. My wolf stirs uneasily, claws dragging against the walls of my mind.
Then...she lifts her veil, and my breath stops.
It’s her.
My fated mate, Diana.
She smiles, radiant, but it’s not for me. It’s for him—my father. She leans into his arm as though it’s her rightful place, her eyes catching mine across the hall. T
