Grace POV

Become his Luna. For one year.

The words detonate in my skull. My breath catches—trapped somewhere between my lungs and throat.

The impossibility crashes over me. Damien would never allow it. The Council wouldn't approve. I'd be trading one cage for another—

Except Ethan's arms don't feel like a cage.

They feel like safety. Like the first full breath I've taken in the past years.

No. Stop. I can't—

Pine and smoke wrap ...