Evandra stood in the sunlit halls of the Celestia pack house, watching as warriors filed past with their crisp discipline and silent nods of respect. It should have been reassuring, this sense of order and strength. But beneath it ran a current of unease.
And she knew where it stemmed from.
Alpha Lefu Mills.
He had already spoken the words—formally accepting the bond the Moon Goddess had placed between them. His duty as alpha would not allow him to defy divine will. But the acceptance had been hollow, more resignation than devotion, and Evandra felt the chill of it with every careful glance he gave her.
The man was striking, even in his restraint. His skin, smooth and rich like polished bronze, seemed to catch the light in ways that drew her eye no matter how hard she tried not to star
