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I left my horse and Augusto at the home we own close to the werewolf kingdom after a quick bath. My instructions are simple: if I’m not back within twenty-four hours, head back home and prepare for our return. Leo’s also going to need him. No one will protect him better, especially with how uncertain I feel toward Uncle Roberto.
He loves us, but his past deeds have left a sour taste in my mouth.
His beliefs will clash with our future.
Two choices, and one will lead to bloodshed and heartbreak.
Besides, our parents still need to be laid to rest, and all their children will be present.
Coming to a stop by the large sequoia from our dream, I place my hand where gouges should be. Where his need for me drove him to embed those black-tipped claws deep into the wood before gripping my thigh and hoisting it over his hip.
The memory pulls a shiver from me. Deep and carnal, the need for him blooms and I take a moment to collect my breaths. The place looks different in the late evening sky, the trees almost swaying for me to a rhythm only they hear.
Welcoming. Home.
Beyond the large cluster of trees is another bush and then the lake. I can hear the water falling from the small cascade near the opposite end. Nothing large, but serenely pretty and soothing with its slow rolling waves and the flora that surrounds it.
A mini oasis.
Stepping through, I remove my sandals and carefully sit on the shore, mindful not to dirty the all-white dress I’d worn for Xadiel. And fuck, it feels so good after my long travels. The water is warm even though the temperature is a smidge cooler today. At least, cooler than it is back on Italian soil.
Wiggling my toes, I close my eyes and wait.
Yet behind my lids, I replay the vision from a few hours ago. The second I stepped foot onto the port.
A tall wolf in a sandy blond color steps out from the bushes to my right. He’s strong, this one, with an aura that commands respect, but he is no alpha. Not a leader of another pack, and I immediately recognize him for what he is.
Family. A part of me.
So does the animal.
Head tilting down, he appraises me through pure-black orbs before lowering himself to the ground, belly and muzzle. This is a sign of respect. His thoughts are also open to me, and I find no malice within.
Instead, there’s a connection formed. Innocent and honest.
Luna. Our queen.
The rustling of foliage greets my ears, and my eyes snap open. Waiting.
Not that I’m made to wait long. Just like in the vision, he comes through and his stern expression changes the moment our stares align. No malicious intent, but more of a realization. As if he doubted, but now understands—accepts me.
No question or hesitation.
Our connection snaps into place, strong and unyielding, but not in a romantic way. No. This tether he can’t see is one I recognize; brotherly, it’s a few shades darker than the azure of Leo’s and just as formidable.
They say Lunas are motherly and defensive over the members of their pack.
I believe it now. Feel it.
Suddenly the cracking of bones fills the silence, and out of respect I turn my face. I’m not sure if he’s mated or not, but I am even if mine doesn’t want me. Even if I know the time will come and truths will be revealed.
“Luna?” a deep male voice says and I face him again, and now he’s clothed in a pair of trousers and thin undershirt. He’s also kneeling before me. Not too close, but just enough that I get a hint of his lemongrass scent. “Are you okay?”
“I am…?” I trail off, needing his name.
“My apologies...?” He does the same, waiting for me to start the introductions while holding a hand out toward me, and I take it, letting him tug me up. I’m on my bare feet before my next blink and wincing when a small pebble embeds itself in my left sole. He notices this, and before I can reach down, he’s grabbing my belongings and handing them over.
I shake my head in amusement, taking them. “Isabella. Please call me Isabella, not Luna.”
