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Chapter Thirty-Two

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Being Luna changed the air around me before it changed anything else.

I noticed it the morning after the ceremony. The pack moved differently when I walked through it.

Small things.

People gave me more room when I passed. When I bowed in greeting, they bowed lower without meeting my eyes.

Some even lowered to one knee when I passed. Not deeply – barely, the minimum the bond’s formal acknowledgment required. Conversations paused at my entry and resumed when I had moved far enough through the ro
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  • Bound by the Moon   Chapter Thirty-Five

    The journey back was quiet, at first. Just the dark road and the sound of the vehicle moving through it and the wind blowing against the wheels and windows. I leaned my head back against the seat and looked at the ceiling, allowing myself to be tired for the first time since morning.Outside, the trees swayed in the dark. The estate’s silver banners had disappeared behind us long ago. Silvercrest was still an hour away.The silence stretched. Heavy with the weight of everything the evening had asked of both of us.It made me wonder about the man sitting in front of me. Despite the distance he kept between us, he seemed to fill every corner of the car. He looked absolutely terrific in formal suits. His usually untamed hair had been pushed back neatly, exposing more of his blue eyes. There was something unearthly in them. It made me want to know what he was thinking. I tried to focus on the trees, but it was impossible to. Each second made the space between us smaller. If I focused

  • Bound by the Moon   Chapter Thirty-Four

    We arrived at the estate faster than I had expected. Apparently, it was one of Damon’s family estates, and I saw immediately why it had been chosen for the gathering of the most powerful alphas.It was built to make everyone feel the same thing.Small.Ancient stone, the colour of something that had been standing long before any of the packs currently existed. Towers at each corner, silver banners hanging from the highest points — neutral territory’s mark, belonging to no pack, claiming no allegiance. Guards at every visible entrance from at least four different packs, identifiable by their insignia, moving around each other with the professional courtesy of people who had been told to cooperate and were doing so ruefully.The estate’s windows were lit. Even from the road I could hear the gathering, many powerful people in formal proximity, conversation layered over conversation, the clink of glass, the undertone of politics dressed as pleasantry.We arrived late.Every eye watched

  • Bound by the Moon   Chapter Thirty-Three

    There was a shift in the air the next morning. The alpha’s home came more alive. Every corridor drifted with a new urgency, servants carrying things from one room to another, guards rotating more frequently at each wing. Documents were being sealed and organised in the study. Travel arrangements discussed in voices just low enough to be official.It seemed the whole pack was preparing to be seen.And I was a part of the preparation that required the most work.Caia arrived at my quarters before I had finished breakfast.She came with two assistants and an armful of ceremonial garments. Her expression belonged to someone assigned a task beneath them.“We have two hours,” she began, setting the garments across the chair with precise hands. “The other Lunas will have been preparing for gatherings like this their entire lives. We don’t have the advantage of time so we’ll have to be efficient.”We?As though we were in this together, I thought. Annoyed. Then I set down my cup, stood, and

  • Bound by the Moon   Chapter Thirty-Two

    Being Luna changed the air around me before it changed anything else.I noticed it the morning after the ceremony. The pack moved differently when I walked through it.Small things.People gave me more room when I passed. When I bowed in greeting, they bowed lower without meeting my eyes. Some even lowered to one knee when I passed. Not deeply – barely, the minimum the bond’s formal acknowledgment required. Conversations paused at my entry and resumed when I had moved far enough through the room. Servants who had looked through me, now watched me with the careful attention of people deciding what I meant to their daily lives.I moved through all of it and felt none of it the way I had imagined I might.I had thought, somewhere in the abstract version of this that I’d carried for months, that the title would feel like something. Like arrival. Like the door to a room I had been standing outside finally opening.Instead, it felt like being placed inside something too large to take off.

  • Bound by the Moon   Chapter Thirty-One

    One moment the night was still. Then a storm arrived without warning. The rain hit the windows, restless and violent. Shaking the roof and causing the doors to whistle.I was already awake. If it was hard to sleep before, it was almost impossible now.I lay in the dark but eventually the room felt too small and too scary to be in.I got up. With my mind on a cup of water or hot tea, I left my room.The sitting room was at the centre of the wing – the space between the alpha’s rooms and mine. A fireplace cracked against the storm.“Oh,” I yelped. “Sorry.”He was in the chair nearest the fire.Just sitting there, his forearms on his knees and his eyes on the fire. Like there were secrets he’d kept in those flames. He looked up. I stopped in the doorway.The rain hit the window behind him as we looked at each other across the sitting room—two people who seemed to decide what was going to happen next. The awkward silence didn’t seem to faze him but it almost made me squirm. “Couldn’t

  • Bound by the Moon   Chapter Thirty

    They dressed me like I was something worth presenting.Three pack women arrived at my quarters before dawn with their arms full — a ceremonial dress the colour of moonlight, silver thread worked through the fabric in patterns I didn’t have the knowledge to name, shoes that fit like they’d been made for me specifically.They moved around me with professional efficiency, pinning and adjusting, and occasionally stepping back to assess, with the focused expressions of people who took their work seriously, regardless of their personal opinions about the subject.I stood still and let them work, occasionally looking out the window. Preparing my nerves for what was to come.Full moon tonight. The ceremony elder had explained the significance — the goddess’s eye open fully, witness to the binding. More permanent. More complete.More, I thought. Everything about tonight was going to be more.One of the women — young, with careful hands — reached up to arrange my hair. She met my eyes in the

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