Dahlia

I don’t sleep. I don’t eat. I’ve always seen myself as a fortress. One with tall, thick walls. A door surrounded by water and snappy crocodiles swimming around it. The key? All mine. Locked in my heart. Sealed in forever.

And you know what? I never expected anyone to find it.

This arranged marriage? It isn’t what I want.

This role I’m stuck in? Being Luna? Forced to rule a pack I don’t give a flipping fuck about? I never wanted that ...