The Alpha’s Moon Gala Reckoning

I returned from a territory patrol to find my personal den-slippers still damp with another wolf's scent.

I asked Selene Frostveil if we'd had visitors.

She went rigid for a heartbeat, then let out a light laugh. "How could we? You know I'm terrible at hosting other wolves."

"I prefer spending the moon-rest quiet, just the two of us in our chambers."

"Isn't that what you always said drew you to me? How devoted I am to our bond?"

I offered a hollow smile and waited until she left to visit the pack market. Then I searched our den, chamber by chamber.