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Melissa Spatiatis.

Bride of the red moon.

Born under a blue moon.

Mate.

I sniff, adjusting the cloak on my body as I make it back to the camp. I stay in one of the empty tents that are reserved for blankets, furs and sheepskin. I need to make up mind before leaving this place. I need to make up my mind before facing Dimitrio. I feel hurt. I place a hand over my neck, feeling the mark and remembering what my father said. It is a mark of a bond, I thought it was just a bite of passion but it’s more.

All this while, King Dimitrio knew we were mates and he didn’t tell me. I don’t have a wolf, there is no way I could have known. Now it makes sense. After treating him, I knew there was no way he would look me in the eyes but he did. What else…his eyes turned yellow that night after I was lost……