Luna Aria paced the barely bright chamber, her hands clenching and unclenching as her sister Davina, the pack's witch, perched casually on the edge of the desk. The air between them was taut, almost electric, as though the walls themselves could sense the tension.
“You look worried,” Davina said, a faint smirk tugging at her lips. Her fingers played with a small vial, its contents swirling ominously.
Aria glared at her and gave an awfully brief smile. “There, I smiled. Of course, I’m worried. Look at him! He’s falling apart, and you said this enchantment would make everything perfect. That he’d never know. That I’d finally have him for myself.”
Her sister laughed, a low, throaty sound that made Aria even angrier. “I told you it was dangerous. Mate bonds are sacred, Aria. Messing with th
