Chapter 7

The Blood Moon rose like a crimson eye in the midnight sky, casting everything in shades of red that matched the fury burning in my chest. This was the most sacred night in werewolf culture, when mates renewed their bonds and strengthened their connection to the pack's ancient magic. Eric's arms encircled me from behind as we stood on our den's balcony, his voice soft with false tenderness. "Tonight, let's perform the Blood Moon ritual together. Just you and me, like it used to be." I almost...