The night of the gathering was thick with tension.
Every full moon, the Wolf Fang Pack celebrated strength and loyalty with a feast beneath the stars. Warriors boasted of their victories, she-wolves flaunted their beauty, and the Alpha presided over it all like a god among wolves. They worship the Moon Goddess and show potential possibilities to get a mate. It's like a celebration of searching a mate.
Tonight, that target burned brighter than ever. I can feel something strange in the wind but I ignored it. It is not my place to decide if I'm coming or not.
I should have been invisible, an omega shadow meant to stay on the edges. But carrying the Alpha's heir painted a target on my back.
Selene made sure of it.
She stood beside Jacob when the feast began, a vision of grace and elegance
