Elena’s pov
The scent of roses and honeysuckle was supposed to be calming. It wasn’t working. I, Elena Darkwood, would become Luna of the Full Moon Pack. In a week, I would marry Oliver, the man I loved, my mate, the man that completes me.
So why was my stomach churning as if I'd swallowed a nest of angry wasps?
I rose from the stone bench, the cool air a welcome contrast to the heat building inside me. The garden, usually my sanctuary, offered no solace. My mind was a whirlwind of "what ifs" and nagging doubts. Was I ready for this? Could I truly handle the responsibility, the power, the inevitable challenges that came with being a Luna? What if I wasn’t good enough?
Sinking back onto the bench, I buried my face in my hands. I needed to clear my head. To find some semblance of peace
