CELESTE I was sitting in the library with my best friend, Anna, and a few of our course-mates as we reviewed some topics for the final exam of the semester. I stayed quiet, not saying a word, because my mind was too far gone—still stuck on the dream I’d had the night before. Not even a dream, really. More like a memory. A cruel one. The kind that showed up uninvited just to mock you when you were finally starting to breathe again. “You’re a psycho, Celeste. I can’t be mated to you. You’re fat and disgusting. You’re not fit to be a Luna.” “Andrew, what are you saying?” I had asked, my voice cracking, tears already spilling down my cheeks. I knew what was coming. His eyes gave it away—the disgust, the hatred, the way he couldn’t even look at me without flinching. “I, Andrew Walter, soon to be Alpha of Crest Fall Pack, reject you, Celeste Sampson, as my mate and future Luna of Crest Fall Pack.” My eyes stung from holding back more tears. I blinked rapidly and inhaled, trying to stea
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