Not Your Mate
I'm begging you, don't go disappearing on me.
[Did you return to the Red Moon Pack? Just talk to me, okay? I'm worried.]
[Come home soon, okay? It's going to be the Blood Moon Festival soon, and we're supposed to get marked on that occasion.]
I stared at the texts, remembering the night before Orion left three years ago.
He just won gold at the hunters' category, but while everyone was howling excitedly around him, he got away to reach me, kissing me passionately as he rasped, "Wait for me, Elara. We will mark each other here—and you will be my wife.]