Questions.
Celebrations.
My entire family practically vibrating with excitement over the fact I’d finally accepted both my future role and my mate.
Apparently everyone except me realized years ago this would eventually happen.
Rude.
But eventually, finally, mercifully—I returned to Runevald.
Back to where my heart was waiting.
Back to her.
The second my boots hit Asgarheim again, relief slammed through me so violently my knees nearly weakened.
Home.
No.
Not home.
Her.
I immediately enchanted the Asgardian moon-cloth into the gown I knew she would wear tonight.
Every stitch carried intention.
Devotion.
Need.
The fabric responded beautifully to thoughts of Amrin, shaping itself into shimmering lunar blue silks threaded with silver moths and living starlight.
Perfect.
For my Luna, only perfection would suffice.
I left the gift for her and went to ready myself for tonight.
And finally, night fell.
I went to the grounds where the festival pulsed like a living thing.
And I saw her.
Gods.
The sight nearly stopped my fucking heart.
I remained cloaked in shadow at the edge of the festival grounds for several long stunned seconds simply staring.
She looked unreal beneath the floating lights of the Spring Equinox Festival.
The gown shimmered around her curves like moonlight poured into fabric while silver moths glowed faintly across the cloak draped around her shoulders.
My Luna.
