|Theodore|
The moment I saw the moon shifting into its deep crimson hue, my stomach dropped. I had been so caught up in the chaos of the day—Camilla’s parents, my parents, the expectations weighing on my shoulders—that I had completely forgotten about it.
A mistake that could cost us dearly.
Blood moons weren’t rare, but they always brought a dangerous edge. It triggered something uncontrollable. Any unmated or unmarked wolves, regardless of their rank or status, would enter a sudden, powerful rut. It was a biological response, a primal need to find a mate—and to fight for that mate if necessary. For unmated she-wolves, it was even worse. Their scent became intoxicating, irresistible to any nearby male wolf.
And here I was, with Camilla, my wife, who, for all intents and purposes, hadn
