*Raven*I blink a few times and am glad the Luna hasn’t handed me the picture to hold because I would probably drop it and shatter the glass all over the packed-earth floor.“What did you say your daughter’s name is?” My voice is a whisper, and I hope that it doesn’t betray the emotions that are wel
I swallow hard, thinking of Kieran’s theory. He nudges me with his knee, and I give him a slight nod. “Luna Delaney,” I begin, wondering why the same thought that is in my head hasn’t occurred to her yet. Perhaps she’s too forlorn. “I was a few months old at the time of the attack,” I begin. She ti
*Kieran*After a tearful reunion with her mother, Blanca–I mean Raven–is taken outside to meet the rest of the pack. I tag along in awe of everything I’m seeing. Unlike my mate, I’ve known my parents my whole life, and I’ve always felt like they loved me. But after seeing this, I’m beginning to real
“Nola,” Delaney chastises. “Keery has said he will be helping Cole return to us. Let’s support that. We know, as much as anyone, what it’s like to have your mate stolen away from you. In order for Keery to help us, he will have to leave Raven behind. That’s difficult for anyone, especially newly fou
*Raven*I have an Aunt.Nola takes me to her home, and together we begin to bake a traditional dessert that is eaten during celebrations. She tells me all about how the dish is prepared and why it means so much to our people.I am listening the best I can, but I am distracted. I keep thinking about
“Thank you.” Again, I blush and look away. Handsome isn’t the half of it. He’s gorgeous, just like all the princes in the storybooks I managed to swipe from the library over the years.Aunt Nola starts to speak again but then goes quiet. I wonder if she’s realized who Kieran really is and is mad unt
*Kieran*When Delaney first asked me to come with her, I was nervous, but as we walked along, she told me about what it was like giving birth to Raven, how she’d been asking the Moon Goddess to bless her with a child for many years and hadn’t been lucky enough to have one until finally she found out
“Let us celebrate!” the Luna says, and then we are rushed away to the area of the plaza where the food is ready for everyone. Musicians begin to play the guitar, violin, drums, and flute. With our hands still bound together, we are led out to the floor and begin to dance. At first, I’m a bit shy, bu