SELENE
(The morning after the gala)
The first rays of dawn slipped through the heavy velvet curtains of my guest room at the Obsidian Crest Packhouse. The room was a masterpiece of opulence: silk drapes, a four-poster bed carved with intricate wolf motifs, and a crystal chandelier that glittered even in the soft morning light.
I’d stayed here before, countless times, but the last was different.
A satisfied smile curved my lips as I stretched beneath the silken sheets. My mind drifted to the conversation I’d had with Elder Eldric, Kael’s grandfather, at the gala.
“You’re the right choice for this pack, Selene,” he’d said in a soft tone as if he chose me to be his grandson’s mate. “The perfect Luna to stand by Kael’s side.”
His words wrapped around me like a warm cloak, affirming wh
