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BILLIE “Should we go somewhere quieter?” Fleming asks me. We're still at Tristan’s corner table, Tristan and the others having left to deal with what looks like vandalism. I chew on my lower lip, trying to figure out what's best. “Let's stay here until we hear from them again, I don't think I can do anything else until then,” I tell Fleming. “Let me get you a bottled water,” he says, and goes to the bar. I wait in the corner, staring at my phone, willing Tristan to text me or do that crazy psychic thing he can do since my initiation. Just tell me you're okay, Tristan. “Oh no, all her men left.” Amber is standing next to the now empty table with a couple other girls, looking delighted at finding me alone. “What will you ever do without all the attention?” Okay. I guess we're doing this now. “I don't know what your problem with me is, Amber, and I'm just a human, but it seems kind of illogical to try to bully your Alpha's girlfriend to me.” “Don’t talk about what you don't unde

TRISTAN Crescent University's official fighting ring is outside in a natural outdoor amphitheater created by a valley in the middle of a mound. The school built a stage in the valley and surrounded it by four stone columns, each with a light, and the center is surrounded by bleachers that rise up in the natural mound surrounding the ring. The theater is lit by torches and a spotlight. Our side stands at one end of the theater, Thorne wrapping Dominic’s hands and Fleming talking him through to the right headspace. Billie, looking like a gothic gangster's princess in her expensive black lace corset top, elegantly ripped gray jeans molded to her ass, and black suede ankle boots, is flanked by Raven and the Phantom like a celebrity with bodyguards. I drape my leather jacket over her shoulders like a cape and sit her down at our usual seating on a platform that juts out towards our corner of the ring. Raven sits on one side, I sit on the other, and the Phantom sits behind her with Rachel

TRISTAN Everything has to be perfect. I'm taking Billie out on my bike for a ride through the hills to the coast, setting up a picnic, then asking her to wear my grandmother's betrothal ring. She doesn't know the customs of my pack, what this ring represents. I'll have to tell her. I’ve made a promise to myself that I won’t manipulate my way into an engagement year with her. I’ll tell her up front, then she’ll have my heart in her hands. She’s been careful with it so far. I had the kitchen put together a picnic with little cucumber and chicken salad sandwiches, mini quiches, strawberries, and little square cakes. Werewolves typically eat heartier fare than this, but I want it to be fancy in a human way. I pack a bottle of sparkling water and a thermos of hot Earl Grey tea. Then I get ready, showering in my room while she still sleeps. I dress in tight black jeans and an expensive black t-shirt, my arms showing off my Celtic knotwork tattoos. It's an unseasonably warm day on the

BILLIE The guys insist on a celebratory banquet to toast my new status as future Luna of our burgeoning baby wolf pack. Dominic and Fleming consult with the kitchens, while Raven, Thorne, and the Phantom make sure everyone is present for dinner at 7pm. They set out a long table in a central location, and cover it with roses and wildflowers, as well as the best china. The kitchen fixes two giant beef roasts, a few roasted chickens, duchess potatoes, roasted root vegetables, and poached fruit in brandy. Everyone has a glass of spiced wine, the same wine from my initiation. Everyone is dressed formally, as though for prom. I'm wearing a simple black silk gown, backless, with a flowing skirt. I feel like a princess. I got Dom to take Rachel and Sophie out for gowns while the banquet was prepared. They come into the banquet hall each on one of his arms, Rachel in butter yellow, Sophie in periwinkle blue, Dom whispering something in her ear to make her giggle. Tristan and I are at the

TRISTAN “FATED MATES ARE A TRAP!” This screamed pronouncement is followed by cheers. I am walking towards the Student Union with Dominic and Fleming, and we can hear a surprisingly popular rally…and I think I know the voice coming from the bullhorn. “So many times, an alpha or beta Werewolf will get paired with a human or hybrid. This is an abomination and must be stopped, no matter the personal cost.” More cheers. “Great, it's the Traditionalists,” mutters Dom. “I thought they only kept to their slimy selves,” says Fleming. “All hybrid women are good for, is breeding!” screams the bullhorn. “They’re getting bold. That's Hyde up there from Lunacy. He was set to be Spader’s beta.” I turn to my own lieutenants. “Guys, I think this is about us. Let's hang back.” We can just see the crowd across the quad, in front of the Student Union. “Look at WHAT JUST HAPPENED, RIGHT HERE AT CRESCENT UNIVERSITY! AN ALPHA WEREWOLF CHOSE A HUMAN WHORE OVER ANOTHER ALPHA, ALL BECAUSE THEY’RE SO-