My Mate Chose My Sister

Synopsis

The silver needle trembled between my fingers as I tried to thread it for the third time. Tomorrow, I would become Luna of the Silverback Pack, yet my hands shook like autumn leaves in a storm. "Steady, Eliza," I whispered to myself, echoing my mother's gentle voice from years past. The white ceremonial gown spread across my bed seemed to mock me with its pristine perfection. Each stitch I planned would bind me to Richard Silverback—a man whose wolf scent of pine and iron left me feeling nothing but cold duty. I finally caught the thread and began the Moon Goddess invocation pattern my mother had taught me. The familiar rhythm of