~Maleek~

The formal Luna ceremony preparations had taken over the entire pack house. Servants rushed everywhere with flowers and fabric, the kitchens worked overtime preparing the feast, and everyone seemed to have an opinion about which traditions were absolutely essential.

I hated all of it.

Not because I didn't want Zara recognized as Luna—I did, desperately. But because every flower arrangement, every ceremonial detail, every whispered conversation about mate bonds and eternal vows ...