What Damon didn’t know was this.
A month ago, every memory I had lost returned like a storm under the full moon.
I was not just his Luna.
I was the true-born daughter of the Wolfhart bloodline, the most powerful pack in Lunar Bay Harbor, missing for seven long winters.
In three days, my eldest brother’s fleet would cross the skies and come for me.
And I would leave this place behind.
***
The Redclaw estate shone brightly that night, the grand hall filled with wolves dressed in fine clothing, their scents layered with power and status.
Marisel lifted her hand, showing off the Luna Jade Ring to the gathered pack elites.
Soft gasps spread through the hall. Some looked at her with admiration. Others glanced at me with pity or quiet mockery.
I stood alone in the corner.
Damon sat at the head of the long table, his presence heavy, his Alpha aura pressing over the room. From time to time, his gaze drifted toward me, unreadable.
Once Marisel had enjoyed enough attention, she picked up a glass of champagne and walked toward me slowly.
Her eyes fell to my neck.