The next morning, I sent a simple message: "This is Luna."

His response came within minutes: "Rosetti's, 7 PM. Dress casual. I'm looking forward to it."

I spent the day training with Zane, pushing myself harder than usual to distract from nervous anticipation.

We worked on suppression techniques until my mental shields were so tight that even Zane had trouble sensing my power signature.

"Better," he admitted around noon. "If you maintain that level of control tonight, he might not notice anything unusual."

He paused.

"The moment you relax, the moment your emotions spike, cracks will appear. A Prime Alpha will notice those cracks." "I'll be careful."

By six-thirty, I...