Lyra’s POV

It's the full moon, and everyone is in a jubilant mood. There are decorations and lighting everywhere, the pack is filled with dignitaries, all ready to witness the mating ceremony between two powerful bloodlines.

"This could have been us," Sasha growls in my head, disappointment evident in her voice.

"He's not mine. He rejected us," I tell her calmly, not in the mood to argue with Sasha.

"You rejected him first," she retorts.

"What would you have me do? He was conflicted over me, remember?" I reply, frustration creeping into my voice.

"But he still cares about you, Lyra," Sasha insists, her voice tinged with hope. "He got...