A week had passed since Elaine and Darius returned to Crescent Moon. The Silverblade territory felt quieter without them—too quiet, if Roselyn was being honest. Every morning, she called her parents, and every night she called Elaine, as if the sound of familiar voices could fill the growing ache of missing them.
Elaine’s Luna Ceremony was fast approaching, and preparations were already in full swing. Roselyn could almost picture it—the chatter of women, fabrics rustling, laughter echoing through Celine’s dressing room. She had always imagined helping Elaine choose her Luna gown, fussing over silk and lace, teasing her about her new title. But that wasn’t her place anymore. She wasn’t an unmated she-wolf free to linger where she pleased. She had a mate now. A new pack. A new life.
She ex
