After I Died, He Made Me His Only Luna
When the news of my death on the battlefield, pinned to the pack's watchtower by silver arrows, reached my pack, my Alpha mate, Killian, simply laughed.
He thought I was just jealous he was going to claim the Rogue, that I was faking my own death just to get his attention.
"I was just trying to bring Valerie into the pack, and this is how she threatens me? With her own death?"
"I left her with my most elite warriors. How could she possibly be dead!"
"Tell her to get back here. I will claim Valerie, but after that, the title of Luna is still hers."
Seven days later, he appeared before my family's home, carrying the ceremonial Luna circlet.
He saw me in my white ceremonial dress, resting quietly beneath the white birch tree in the garden, and he breathed a sigh of relief.
"I knew it. You were just giving me the silent treatment again."
But in the next second, a pack elder's voice thundered:
"Prepare the funeral pyre. Let us pay our final respects to our fallen warrior, Sloane!"