Selene's point of view

Perfection was mirrored in my room's mirror. My dark eyes gleamed with what ought to have been a Luna's victory, and my hair cascaded over my shoulders in silky red waves. But brewing beneath my self-assured façade was a maelstrom.

The mating rituals had been delayed by Marcus. Once more.

The pretext this time was that he needed to attend to the pack elders. A security breach last time. And rogue attacks was the one before.

I rolled my eyes and said, "Rogues." "As if those mutts could approach this pack within fifty miles without our knowledge."

Marcus was avoiding me, and that was the obvious...