Julian bared his teeth, his wolf eyes glowing with cruelty. "A Luna?" he scoffed. "Do you really think that title will save you?"
He knew that was Charlotte's new title, but he had never once thought a Luna mattered. His own father had never treated his wife—the Luna of their pack—with respect.
Because of that, in Julian's mind, a Luna was nothing more than a beautiful trophy. Something that existed in the pack only as decoration.
But what he didn't understand was this: That Luna had only seemed weak because the bond between her and the Alpha had been fragile and cold.
Meanwhile, in Charlotte and Damon's case, their bond had grown stronger than ever.
They hadn't lived together for long, but they had already learned to care for one another deeply, enough that Charlotte had slowly begun to heal from all the scars in her heart.
To Charlotte, Damon was the sun, the light that guided her out of the darkness that once swallowed her whole.
