Maxwells POV I’m on a “secret mission” of sorts for that i***t Dorothea Fleming, speaker of the council of elders. Apparently I’m supposed to either make Tara fall in love with me, or to sink her in the opinion of her fated mate. Only I’m really not interested in doing either of those tasks. Why the old hag thought I’d want to get into Queen Luna Tara’s pants is beyond my comprehension, unless she believes I’m as big of an ambitious wanna be Royal as she is. News flash, I’m not! First off, Tara is definitely not my type. She’s already had two mates, and a total of 4 pups. I have zero interest in shacking up with a she-wolf with multiple prior baby daddies. I don’t even like pups, and don’t really plan on ever having any, let alone taking care of someone else’s. So I’m really not