She stood beside me on the grand stage, the evening sun casting golden firelight across her skin.

My Queen.

My Raven.

She wore a gown that made it nearly impossible to breathe—dark, elegant, hugging every curve like sin itself. The sheer lace sleeves kissed her arms, the neckline framed her collarbones, and the slit revealed a dangerous stretch of thigh that had my wolf growling just beneath my skin.

Moon Goddess help me.

How the hell was I supposed to get through this ceremony without losing my mind?

She turned slightly, her fingers brushing mine, and her voice whispered low enough that only I could hear it. “Why are you...