Ragnor
"Mark our Luna?" I repeated, my voice flat despite the heat of her body against my back. The idea felt like lead was settling in my stomach. Terror immediately snarled in disagreement.
The only person worthy of our mark is already bearing it, he hissed in anger. You cannot seriously be considering this.
"Yes," Deidre breathed against my shoulder blade, her tits pressing into my back. "It's time. The pack needs to see that you have claimed me. I was supposed to carry your mark anyway, before…"
She trailed off, her eyes glistening with unshed tears, and I felt guilty immediately. She was right.
If Candace hadn't pulled that silly stunt the day of our wedding, Deidre would be our one and true Luna. I tried to block out Terror's threats and complaints in my head, mind linking my brothers.
My gaze drifted to the open toy box on the nightstand that Deidre had prepared. I should be excited about this, but my mind was elsewhere thinking about her. My Daisy.
