TRINITY’S POV
“How are you going to introduce me as Dustmaw’s Luna when I haven’t even accepted you as my mate?” I asked quietly, keeping my eyes fixed on the hazy blue mountains in the distance. I hadn’t said a word to Jaxom since we’d left the dining hall, and the unfinished conversation still hung heavy between us.
“A mark doesn’t make a mate. It just seals the bond.” He peered down at me, his grip on my hand tightening. “I promised to wait for you and I meant it. But you are my Luna, Trinity, whether you care to admit it or not. I almost lost you once; I won’t be making the same mistake twice.”
Arching a brow at his possessive tone, I turned back to face the rolling foothills of Roman’s mountainous estate. “How do werewolves make their money? Are all packs this wealthy?”
“You’re c
