The Death of Love
Everyone says I'm lucky to be Frosthowl pack's Luna because my Alpha mate, Matthew White, loves me dearly.
I love roses and fireworks, so he buys all that are available on my birthday. When it's almost midnight, he kisses me tenderly and says, "I'll turn you into a Luna that everyone envies, Amber."
The fireworks light up the sky above the castle of roses he's built for me, and they go on for the rest of the night. They make it seem brighter than day.
He and I do it underneath the fireworks and flowers throughout the night, and I accidentally catch a cold.
Matthew is so guilty that he summons the pack's best healer to treat my inconsequential cold.
All the werewolves treat our mate bond as a symbol of true love. However, just moments ago, I found a torn pair of black stockings in his suit jacket's pocket.
I never wear those. However, his secretary, Beth Seymour, who helps him deal with the pack's matters, wears them every day.