I stayed in my room longer than I should have after the conversation with the Luna.
The words from the two servants still circled in my head.
Some of them were starting to accept me.
Some still called me the replacement.
I did not know which one bothered me more.
Night had fully settled over Blackridge when a knock came at my door.
I opened it.
A young servant stood there with her eyes lowered.
“Luna Malia. Alpha Deucalion requests your presence in his room.”
My stomach tightened.
“Now?”
“Yes.”
I closed the door for a moment and pressed my hand against the incomplete mark. It still ached. Then I followed her down the long corridor.
Deucalion’s door was already open.
He stood near the window with his back to me, shirtless, the moonlight cutting across the hard lines of his sho
