Chapter 36
Morgana had always believed time would work in her favor. She stood now at the edge of the palace training grounds, arms crossed, eyes fixed on the distant balcony where Astrid had been seen earlier. The bond mark on Caspian’s neck still burned in her mind like an insult she couldn’t scrape away. Mate. The word tasted bitter. For years, years… Caspian had belonged to possibility. To maybes. To the quiet understanding that he hadn’t found his mate yet, and until he did, anything could change. Anything except how he saw her. Morgana had grown up in this palace. Trained in its yards. Bled on its stones. She was one of the strongest Lycans of their generation, she was fast, lethal, disciplined. Elders had whispered her name more than once when speaking of future Lunas. She’d believed th
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