Penelope's POV
I can't sleep. Every time I close my eyes, I see Timothy's face from tonight. The way his eyes went wide when I touched his hand. The way he pulled back like I'd shocked him.
He felt it too. I know he did.
I roll over in my narrow bed and stare at the clock. 2:47 AM. The Moon Ceremony is tomorrow night, and Timothy said he'd tell me something important later. My stomach flips every time I think about it.
"You're being ridiculous," Lyra, my wolf, grumbles in my head. "He clearly felt the mate bond. Stop overthinking it."
"But he's engaged to Madison," I whisper into my pillow. "What if that doesn't change anything?"
"It changes everything," she snaps. "The Moon Goddess bond trumps human politics. He knows that."
I sit up and hug my knees to my chest. The tiny apartment
