First Day of the Congress
Caspian Storm
The Crescent Moon Pack’s territory stretched beneath a cloudy sky, crisp mountain air brushing against my skin as we crossed the border. I hadn’t been here before, but I’d read the reports—smaller numbers, tight defenses, an Alpha I don't quite trust, but I don't underestimate either.
Darius stood waiting with a couple of warriors behind him. His smile was broad, but it didn’t reach his eyes. Calculating. I hated reading Alphas like that. Too polished. Too practiced.
“Alpha Caspian,” he said, extending a hand. “Welcome to Crescent Moon.”
I shook it, firm. “Thank you for hosting.”
“And this must be your Luna,” he added, glancing at Bridget with polite interest.
Bridget smiled brightly, batting her lashes at him.
“She’s not—” I started, but D
