Olivia’s POV
My wolf has thankfully stuck with me through the shift in identity, but I still feel hints of the Queen Luna’s wolf within me. She controls the mind link and even the dreams I have at night, the floating feeling of her memories washing through me at the depths of my slumber.
I see her old flashbacks and recall her old emotions. It’s perplexing to be apart of, seeing her stalk through the hallway toward her mate’s office, her well-manicured hand pressing on the door to see Gabriel bent over some paperwork, muttering restlessly as he skims through it all.
“Darling,” she breathes, something so sad in her tone. “Are you coming to bed tonight?”
Gabriel looks stark in comparison. He holds no semblance of a grin, not even a hint of life twinkling
