Tradition demanded we honor the moon. Destiny demanded I face him.
Mrs. Chen had released me from the infirmary two days ago with strict orders to rest and avoid stress. I'd laughed at that. Avoid stress at an Academy where two Alphas were fighting over me and everyone watched my every move like I was prime entertainment.
Sure. No problem.
I'd kept to myself mostly. Attended classes but didn't linger. Ate meals in my room instead of the dining hall. Avoided the training grounds entirely.
And I definitely avoided both Darius and Gideon.
Through the bond, I could feel Darius. Always there, always aware of me, but keeping his distance like I'd asked. It was both a relief and a constant ache. My wolf missed him, whined for him, pressed against my ribs wanting out so she could find him.
But I held firm.
Then the Festival of Moons was announced, and everything got complicated again.
