Nadia Hale heard the vote before Lucas told anyone.
She had been standing in the corridor outside the Elder Council chamber — not eavesdropping, she would tell herself later, just happening to be in the area when voices carried through the ancient wooden door. She heard Rowan's smooth proposal. She heard the Elders agree. She heard Lucas's frustrated acceptance.
Three weeks. Spring Equinox. Fated mate or Nadia.
She should have felt victorious. This was everything her father had been pushing her toward since she was old enough to understand what a Luna was. Theodore Hale — elite warrior, member of the Alpha's personal guard, a man whose ambition burned so hot it left marks on everyone around him — had been grooming Nadia for this role since childhood.
"You will be Luna," he had told her
