The alarms in the distance grew louder.
Damon took a string of crystal–clear candies from his pocket and handed them to me.
“Moonflower drops,” he said, his voice gentle. “You’re still recovering. Something sweet will help.”
“But don’t have too many. They’re addictive.”
I took the candy and popped one into my mouth.
The sweet flavor melted on my tongue, bringing with it a strange sense of familiarity.
“Let’s go back,” Damon said, taking my hand. “Don’t let unimportant people spoil your mood.”
When we returned to the Packhouse, the patrol captain was reporting to my father.
“Alpha, we found an unknown Alpha at the border. He refuses to leave and insists on seeing Lady Caterina.”
“Follow protocol,” my father’s voice was cold. “Give him one final warning. Leave, or you will be put down as a Rogue.”
“Yes, sir.”
Damon gently squeezed my hand, offering silent support.
I nodded at my father, signaling my agreement with his decision.
The next morning, I was trying on the gown for the Luna ceremony.
The deep blue silk was as elegant as the night sky, with silver embroidery tracing patterns of moons and stars.
“Caterina, you were born to be a Luna in this gown,” the tailor praised.
I adjusted the skirt in the mirror, my feelings a complicated mix.
Six years ago, I had dreamed of a moment like this.
Except back then, I thought the man standing beside me would be Rocco.
“Lady Caterina, someone is at the door for you,” a maidservant said, hurrying into the room.
“Who is it?”
