The morning light crept through the curtains like an unwanted visitor, and I woke to find the other side of the bed empty again.

I reached out, my fingers brushing against the cold sheets where he should have been. The fabric was untouched, the pillow still perfectly fluffed. He hadn't come to bed at all last night. Again.

Two months, I thought, staring at the ceiling. Two months since the ceremony, and I still feel like a stranger in my own home.

My name is Elara, and I am the Luna of the Shadowfang pack. At least, that's what the title says. What it doesn't tell you is that being Luna doesn't mean you belong. It doesn't mean you're loved. It only means you were chosen—by fate, by the moon, by an Alpha who needed a mate to complete some ancient ritual.

I remember the night of the Great Moon Ceremony like it was yesterday. The way the silver light had bathed the clearing, the way the pack had gathered in a circle, their eyes gleaming with anticipation. Damon had stood in the center, tall and powerful, his dark hair falling over his forehead, his jaw set in that hard line I was beginning to recognize. When the Moon Priestess had called my name, I had walked toward him with my heart pounding so hard I thought everyone could hear it.

He had taken my hand. His touch was warm, firm. For just a moment, his eyes had softened, and I had seen something there—a flicker of warmth, of hope. He had leaned down and pressed his lips to mine, and the pack had erupted in cheers.

That night, he had made love to me with a tenderness that took my breath away. He had held me afterward, his arms wrapped around me like I was something precious, something worth protecting. I had fallen asleep with my head on his chest, listening to the steady beat of his heart, believing—foolishly, naively—that everything would be wonderful.

I hadn't seen that man since.

I pushed myself up, running a hand through my tangled hair. Through the window, I could hear the sounds of the pack beginning their day—laughter, voices calling to one another, the distant thud of axes as someone chopped wood. Outside, life was warm and connected. In here, I was alone.

I dressed quickly, choosing a simple woolen dress in a soft shade of gray. Luna or not, I had work to do. There were supplies to organize, herbs to catalog, and a dozen other small tasks that came with my position. I braided my hair back from my face, took a deep breath, and opened the door.

The common area of the pack's territory was already bustling. A group of women sat near the central fire, mending clothes and chatting. Children ran between the huts, their laughter bright and carefree. A few warriors stood near the training grounds, their muscles gleaming with sweat as they practiced their forms.

As I walked past, several pack members nodded to me. "Good morning, Luna," they said, their voices polite but distant. I smiled and nodded back, but I felt the weight of their gazes. They were watching me, assessing me. Was I worthy of their Alpha? Would I prove myself? The questions hung in the air every time I passed.

I was heading toward the storage hut when I heard a voice behind me.

"Elara! Wait up!"

I turned to see Mira, one of the younger pack members, jogging toward me. She was barely eighteen, with bright eyes and a smile that could light up the darkest night. She was also one of the few people in the pack who treated me like a normal person instead of some untouchable figure.

"Good morning, Mira." I couldn't help but smile back at her. "You're up early."

"Couldn't sleep." She fell into step beside me, her expression shifting to something more serious. "I wanted to talk to you, actually. Something's been bothering me."

I stopped walking, turning to face her fully. "What is it?"

Mira glanced around, making sure no one was listening, then lowered her voice. "I've been feeling like someone's watching me. Following me. At night, when I'm walking back to my hut after the evening meal. I hear footsteps, but when I turn around, no one's there."

A chill ran down my spine. "Have you told anyone else? The Beta? The Alpha?"

"I tried to tell Beta Caleb yesterday, but he was busy with training. I didn't want to bother Alpha Damon—he's always so..." She trailed off, clearly not wanting to say anything disrespectful.

"Intimidating?" I offered with a small smile.

Mira nodded, relieved. "Exactly. I thought maybe you could... I don't know, talk to him? Or tell me what I should do?"

I put a hand on her shoulder. "Of course. I'll talk to Beta Caleb today, and we'll figure out what to do. In the meantime, try not to walk alone at night. Ask someone to go with you."

Her face relaxed. "Thank you, Elara. I knew you'd understand." She gave me a quick hug—something that still surprised me every time it happened—and then ran off toward the dining hut.

I watched her go, my mind already working through the possibilities. A stalker in the pack? That was serious. If someone was targeting Mira, it could be a threat to the entire pack. I needed to talk to—

"Luna."

The voice came from behind me, deep and warm, and I turned to find Beta Caleb approaching. He was tall, like all werewolves, with sandy blond hair that fell in waves around his face and eyes the color of a summer sky. A smile played at the corners of his lips, and something in my chest fluttered in response.

"Caleb." I was glad my voice came out steady. "I was just thinking about you."

His eyebrows rose slightly. "All good things, I hope."

"Of course." I gestured toward the path Mira had taken. "Mira just told me something concerning. She thinks someone's been following her at night."

Caleb's expression shifted immediately, the easy smile replaced by sharp attention. "Following her? Has she seen who?"

"She hasn't been able to catch anyone. Just footsteps, shadows." I hugged my arms to myself, suddenly cold despite the morning sun. "I told her to walk with someone at night, but I think we should look into it. If there's a threat to the pack..."

"You're right." He nodded slowly, his eyes thoughtful. "I'll post extra patrols near her hut. And I'll have a word with her, get more details." He paused, studying me with an expression I couldn't quite read. "You're good at this, you know. Listening to pack members. Caring about their problems. Damon chose well."

The words sent a warmth through me that had nothing to do with the sun. "Thank you. I just want to help."

"You are helping." He took a step closer, and suddenly I was acutely aware of how close he was, of the way the morning light caught the golden stubble on his jaw, of the faint scent of pine and woodsmoke that clung to him. "More than you know."

For a moment, neither of us spoke. The sounds of the pack seemed to fade away, leaving just the two of us standing there, something unspoken passing between us. Then Caleb cleared his throat and stepped back.

"I should get to training. But Elara?" He waited until I met his eyes. "If you ever need anything—someone to talk to, someone to listen—I'm here. Okay?"

I nodded, not trusting my voice. He gave me one last smile and then walked away, leaving me standing there with my heart beating far too fast and my mind spinning with thoughts I shouldn't be having.

Stop it, I told myself firmly. He's the Beta. Damon's best friend. You're the Luna. There are lines that shouldn't be crossed.

I took a deep breath and continued toward the storage hut, trying to push Caleb from my mind. But his words echoed there anyway, a warm presence I couldn't quite shake.

The day passed in a blur of small tasks. I organized herbs, counted supplies, and met with the pack's healer to discuss the upcoming Moon Festival preparations. By evening, I was exhausted, both physically and emotionally. The conversation with Caleb kept replaying in my mind, mixing with worries about Mira and the strange emptiness I felt every time I thought about Damon.

I hadn't seen my mate all day. That wasn't unusual—Alpha duties kept him busy from sunrise to well past sunset. But it still stung, still made me feel invisible, unimportant. What was the point of being Luna if the Alpha never even looked at me?