Moira
"Alpha Kier."
The wind lifted her raven black hair, wiping it back from her face as she watched him. His hazel eyes were fixated on the bonfire in the yard, and the figures dancing around it, an illusion of peace and happiness that Moira knew wouldn't last very long.
His shoulders tensed and she knew he'd heard her, but chose instead to ignore her.
Something violent twisted in her chest and she bit on her fingernail nervously, until a metallic tang filled her mouth. She sucked on the blood, wiping her thumb on the hem of her dress and took a step forward. "Kier, please--"
He rubbed his face with his palm, exhaustion lining his features. "We've talked about this, Moira. There will be no consummation. A united front is all we will ever be. Do not expect anymore than I can give to
