*Luna's POV - The Morning After the Acceptance*
I woke to sunlight streaming through unfamiliar windows and the scent of cedar and masculine warmth that could only belong to one person. For a moment, confusion clouded my thoughts—this wasn't my small cottage bedroom with its herb-drying bundles and collection of healing crystals.
Then memory flooded back with the force of a tidal wave.
The Harvest Moon Festival. Dante's speech that had started as what everyone expected to be a rejection. The moment he'd looked directly at me and said, "Luna Ashworth is my chosen mate, my partner, and my Luna. Anyone who questions this decision can address their concerns to me personally."
The stunned silence that had followed. The explosion of shocked murmurs from the assembled supernatural community.
