“Damian, crown prince of lycanthropes and his mate. You do us a great honor.”
Sitting in an oversized red velvet wingback—Alaya Bennington waited. Her dress was more elaborate than those worn by the acolytes, a privilege of her rank as the high priestess of the Moon Goddess. She also wore a long black veil, which hid her identity, and the face marred by …
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