Fading with the Moon
My mate, Alpha Logan, was at the Sanctuary preparing to mark me when he was called away. “The mating doesn’t have to be on a full moon,” he said. “Something urgent has come up.”
He left me alone in the sacred Sanctuary on the night of the full moon, all because his human friend, Lila, had been injured by a rogue wolf while hiking.
A moment later, his text came through: [Lila needs a special serum. I have to get her to Canada within 48 hours. Let's reschedule the mating ceremony.]
I’d lost count of how many times Logan had chosen Lila over me.
But this time, I wasn’t going to get jealous, throw a fit, and ultimately cave like I always did.
Because Logan has no idea that if we don't complete our mating bond by tomorrow, I'm going to die.