Rain tapped steadily against the windows constantly. It was dead into midnight, and the sounds of wolves howling into the moon could be heard from afar.
Aire stood beside the bed, staring at the unconscious girl laid across it.
Her fingers curled slightly at her sides. She was tempted. So tempted to do the little she could do, and heal the girl immediately.
However, she can't afford to draw such suspicion or attention to herself. This world isn't a place for people like herself.
Tomorrow, she would step into something she did not understand. Tomorrow, she will become Luna.
Aire swallowed. The word pressed heavily against her chest.
She didn't feel like a Luna.
She didn't feel like anything close to it. She felt lucky the Alphas didn't see her fit to come and complete the ritual intimately.
Her hand moved to the part of her neck, where their mating mark would rest upon soon.
The rain grew louder.
