THE LUNA HE NEVER WANTED
“A Luna is a pillar. A Luna is a warrior who brings alliances and strength. This... this girl brings nothing but the scent of trouble and the threat of war. If you marry her, you do so without the support of the council. You do so as a traitor to your own blood.”
The word traitor hung in the air like a guillotine blade.
I looked up at Vaelor. He looked like a god of war, his eyes swirling with a dark, primal gold that signaled his wolf was at the surface. But beneath the rage, I saw the flicker of something else. Responsibility. He loved this pack. He had bled for them, led them through the dark, and now they were turning on him because of me.