Six weeks had passed.
I stood before the full-length mirror, barely recognizing the woman who stared back at me. My wedding dress—a stunning creation of ivory silk and delicate lace—hugged my curves before flowing gracefully to the floor in a modest train.
The bodice was adorned with tiny crystals that caught the light with every breath I took, twinkling like stars against the fabric.
"You look absolutely breathtaking, Luna," whispered my attendant, Cara, as she adjusted the final details of my veil.
Luna. The title still felt strange on my tongue, even after months of living among the Blackwood Pack.
Today would make it official—I would become Alexander's mate in the eyes of every wolf in North America. The thought sent a flutter of nervous excitement through my chest, an
