Ragnar's POV
Three days earlier….
The mating ceremony was three days away, and things were happening so fast that I couldn’t keep up.
I stood at the window in my office, overlooking the pack grounds below. Marcus sat at the desk behind me, writing on parchment as he reviewed the final details for the ceremony. I should have been here, focused on the pack business, but all I could think about was her.
Fiona. My mate.
In three days she’d be by my side as Luna of Crescent Moon. My Luna.
I could already see her in my head. Dressed white, her hair curling around her face. Her big brown eyes glowed in the moonlight. The thought made me feel something warm in my chest.
"Not even listening, are you?"
Marcus’s voice cut through me and I turned. The grin that appeared on my lips was impossib
