Moonmark: The Alpha's Celestial Mate
Finally, Naya placed the familiar glasses upon her eyes, completing the look.
“No she-wolf comes close to your beauty,” Naya whispered, admiration in her tone.
Serena laughed nervously. “And what about you? You’re very pretty, Naya. You look like a princess. I wonder why you’re here… You could be mated to a pack leader.”
A faint smile curved Naya’s lips. “Thank you.”
Then, without another word, she pulled out a single moonflower. Slowly, deliberately, she crushed the petals until they bled pale blue, pouring the essence into a waiting glass of wine.
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