I watch as my mate and fiancé, Alpha Miles, kisses his childhood friend, Nichole, in front of me.

“That was fun!” she chirped, as if I, the bride-to-be and her future Luna, wasn’t in the same room as hers. “If  Gayle wasn’t here, would you make me your Luna instead?”

I pretended I wasn’t stunned; I acted as if I wasn’t even in the room. I know each pack has their own traditions. And in the Wolf Moon Pack, the groom-to-be has a free choice to kiss and spend time with a woman the night before the wedding as a means of saying goodbye to their singlehood—on a full moon....