Chapter 5

"I accept your rejection."

The ceremonial hall became completely silent.

For the first time that night, Ronan looked surprised.

Maybe he had expected anger.

Maybe tears.

Maybe I would ask him to take back his words.

But I had spent three years learning one thing.

A person who wanted to choose someone else could always find a reason.

I caught the silver-gray mantle as it slipped from my shoulders and

folded it carefully.

For three years, I had worn it as Blackthorne's Luna.

I had attended council meetings, settled disputes, handled territory

issues, and stood beside Ronan whenever the pack…