SELENA’S POV

I knew she was up to something the second I set my eyes on her.

No one with hair that shiny and eyes that innocent could be real—not in this world, not in this pack, and definitely not standing that close to my mate like she belonged there.

“Selena, stop staring.” Celestia hisses sharply, her voice ringing my head annoyingly,like she was already tired of me when we had barely made it past breakfast.

“I’m not staring,” I muttered, which was a lie, obviously. ...