Queen Elise
I stormed back into my chamber that night, my pulse racing and my wolf growling and purring happily somewhere deep inside me, as if pleased with herself.
The nerve.
The door slammed behind me hard enough to shake the glass vials on my vanity, but I didn’t care.
My body still trembled with the aftershock of what had happened.
I couldn’t believe it.
How could it be that I, Queen Elise of Blackthorn, the Moon’s chosen Luna, the mother of the Alpha King had just lost control of my own wolf.
“Why?” I hissed under my breath, pacing before the tall mirror. “Why would you do that?”
Inside me, my wolf stirred again, calm and almost smug.
He needed to see us, she whispered, her voice echoing through the corners of my mind like ripples across still water.
He needed to fee
