Blood Moon didn’t do white weddings.
We did blood oaths.
The circle was ringed with fire. Thirty-foot flames, burning blue at the base. Every pack member stood witness. 800 wolves, shoulder to shoulder. Elders in black robes lined the stone steps. Alphas from six allied territories watched from the stands. They came to see if Alpha Darius Blackwood really chose a Beta-born reject as Luna.
Kieran wasn’t here. Banished to the Northern border. But his absence was louder than his presence ever was.
I stood in the center. No white dress. No flowers. White was for maidens. White was for Mira.
I wore red silk. Backless to my waist. Split to my thigh. Darius’s mark sat on my throat. Black and silver, still healing. Two weeks old. Two weeks of his teeth in my skin.
My hair was down. My scar
