*Saoirse*

I did not want to get out of bed. The previous night was my official betrothal ceremony to Conall, the arrogant future Alpha of Blackstone Pack. We were expected to unite our allied packs once we married.

It gave me no joy.

It wasn’t as if I had any say in choosing my future Luna status or giving up my independence to that conceited jerk. While Conall had that tall, ripped lumberjack look going for him and had plenty of ladies drooling over his ...