Azzurra never voiced it aloud, but the red moon night gnawed at her thoughts like a relentless shadow. She wanted nothing more than for him to find his mate because there was no way in the heavens she would allow him to mark her over something as fickle as infatuation.

How had it even come to this?

First, he despised her to the core. Then, somewhere along the way, that hostility shifted into a strange fixation. And now now he wanted to mark her? The very idea was preposterous.

She’d ...