ROMAN'S POV
Disdain sank into my stomach muscles as I stared blankly at the servants setting the dome for the upcoming moon festival. I could only imagine the look on the faces of everyone around the pack. Not to mention how ecstatic the students hoping to be blessed with a mate would be.
The moon festival was a sentimental one because of the value it held for the academy and the pack. Heck, even the people in it. It was a night where fated mates would be floundered by the intoxicating scent of their mates destined to them by the moon goddess.
My heart race picked up by the mere thought of that. It was already hard being famous and riling up the females. Now I don't find them appealing. I had great taste in females, until that night and I realized I was more into werewolves with icy
