I woke up before the first rays of sunlight touched the mountains.
The silence in the room wasn't the usual kind. It was dense, expectant... as if the walls themselves were holding their breath. It wasn't tranquility. It was a contained echo of something about to break.
I rose slowly, letting the linen sheets slide like water across my skin. The marble floor greeted my bare feet with an icy bite, forcing me to move carefully.
Today was Luna's wedding day.
And although I didn't know much about the ancient mating traditions among wolves, Luna had named me her maid of honor. Not out of duty. Not for politics. Not just because I was Damian's younger sister.
She did it because we became friends, that surly girl with pink hair whom I once swore would never be my friend, and now, we would be sisters. Fate sometimes plays dirty tricks on us.
Beside me, Lucian slept deeply. The monster, the Alpha, the enemy... and yet, the only person who seems to know me better than anyone else.
