We all sat at the table of lavish design. The glass roof above showed that snow fell softly and the sky was clear enough to gaze at the crescent moon.

“So how did you two meet, child?” The old lady asked.

“Her Majesty,” Luna Lillian corrected. “She’s not a child, Helga.”

“My apologies, Your Majesty.” The mother of the Alpha of the Crescent Woods Pack, Helga as Luna Lillian called her, tilted her head as if assessing me. “Is it true you and His Majesty met during the battle in the grounds of the Blackwind Pack? I wasn’t in the Alpha Winter Ball unlike these two Lunas. They often tire...