LENA'S POV:
In the crowd with nervous excitement, tension was so heavy. I felt the heat of a hundred gazes pressing down on me, each one searching, judging, wondering. Demien’s hand found mine, his grip firm, almost desperate. He pulled me close, his breath hot against my ear.
“I will show them all,” he murmured, his voice low, but there was a hard edge to it, a determination that sent a shiver down my spine. “I will show everyone that Lena is my mate, my true Luna.”
The crowd gasped, a collective intake of breath, and the whispers began to swirl around us. I turned my head to look at him, my brow furrowing. “Demien, what are you doing?” I asked, my voice barely above a whisper, laced with confusion and fear.
He didn’t answer. Instead, he looked into my eyes, his gaze intense, filled w
