Days passed and I spent those preparing for the wedding like any other mortal bride, while Grandmama Jane tutored me in the afternoon at the Lodge of the Luna on what are a Luna’s duties aside from spreading legs and bearing babies.

            “…and most of all, love him. As if he’s the half of your soul.”

            “I am indeed half of her soul.” I do not need to turn around to know that it is Tyler’s dark, erotic voice.

            “For Stella’s sake, Tyler, wear a shirt!” Jane complained.

            The grandson only chuckled. “Why not? My Luna would like to see this, don’t you, Elaine?”

            I swallowed my shame, doubtful whether...