A golden moon rose on midsummer eve.
“Hunter’s moon,” Sabine’s Alpha said as we walked back to my lodge after a long day on the field watching the Berserker Games.
“Honey Moon,” Sabine corrected. “Fleur, will you be all right alone tonight?”
“Of course.” Judging from the sly, excited glances between Sabine and her Alphas, they couldn’t wait to adjourn to their private quarters.
“You will not be alone,” the Alpha corrected. “We have posted a guard, of course.”
He and my sister left holding hands. I barred the door. If there hadn’t been two giant Berserkers in front with torches, I would’ve been tempted to sneak away. Tomorrow I must choose a mate.
I washed my face by the light of the moon. The girl in the water looked sad and wild with the feather in her hair.
“I cannot choose,” I sa
