The Chosen Luna
Brooke winks just before James pulls her in for a kiss.
I sigh, only if I can swallow my pride and go to the Claiming Ball which is held once every year and on the second blood moon in the year, I may just get my mate. During a claiming ball, if you don't find your mate, you can take a chosen mate and claim her.
The idea of taking a chosen doesn't sit well with me. I want my own mate, I want to see the woman that Selene fucking created just for me.
Taking a chosen mate to me, is just like taking something or in this case, someone that isn't yours.