The eclipse knocked out every light in Blackridge pack territory.
When I woke up, there was a bite mark on my neck and fifty wolves kneeling at my feet.
"Luna," they called me. Like it was a fact.
The Alpha stood behind them. Kael Ashworth. Six-foot-four, cold-eyed, already engaged to the pack's most powerful family.
He looked at my neck. Then at me.
"I don't remember marking you."
Neither did I.
But the bond was sealed. Pack law says it can't be undone.
His wolf pulls him toward me. His fiancee wants me buried.
Every wolf in the pack claims they saw what happened that night. No two stories match.
The memories are coming back in pieces. And each piece burns hotter than the last.
I didn't ask to be Luna.
But whoever thought I'd go quietly doesn't know what woke up inside me that night.