I woke up in Derek’s bed, my body sore but warm, tangled between him and Matthew. Their marks on my neck still stung, but I felt them deep inside, like a connection that wouldn’t break. I was their mate, their Luna, and it felt right. But I knew trouble was coming. My uncle was due back today, and he’d smell the bond the second he walked in. I was scared but ready. I wasn’t giving up Derek and Matthew, no matter what.

We were eating breakfast when the front door slammed open. My uncle stormed in, his face red, his eyes wild. He stopped in the kitchen, sniffing the air,...