Giving Him to Someone Who Wants Him

The scent of pine and damp earth clung to the air as the full moon created long shadows across the Ancient Clearing.

Tonight, was supposed to be our marking ceremony, a sacred ritual binding Alpha Anderson and his chosen Luna before the eyes of the Frostmoon Pack.

“My heart,” his gaze locked on Leah, who stood under the moonlight “has always belonged to another. My first love, the one whose spirit has been weakened by the venom of wolfsbane, is my Luna.”

He drew Leah closer, his hand possessively circling her waist. Under the watchful gaze of the moon, he smiled.