That night, despite Darius’s comforting presence and his words of reassurance, Amara found sleep elusive. Her mind was a whirl of chaotic thoughts, trapped between the past and the present. She lay curled up in the warmth of her bed, but her body remained tense, her heart still racing from the battle and the heavy weight of the secrets she carried. Eventually, exhaustion overtook her, and she drifted off into a restless sleep. But her dreams offered no peace.
[Flashback: The Luna ceremony]
She was back in the Blood Moon Packhouse, dressed in a beautiful white gown that flowed around her ankles like a river of silk. It was her Luna ceremony, the day she was supposed to be accepted as Killian’s mate and the Luna of the Blood Moon Pack. Her stomach was twisted in knots, not just from the si
