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No matter how hard I try, my eyes remain silver for the rest of the evening. I've clenched my eyes shut a thousand times now, but my wolf refuses to give up control. She's there. I still can't communicate with her, but she's there.

After Zyon marked me, I was ushered into a cabin a few paces away from the stage to clean up the blood dripping down my neck. As a few pack omega's graciously help me clean up, I can't stop looking at myself in the mirror. At the colour of my eyes. I never thought I'd see them silver again. Standing in stark contrast to my black hair, I've never felt more like myself.

Though I knew I needed to get my eyes to return to my normal colour, anything I tried was to no avail. I threw water into my eyes, clenched them shut, tried to normalize my breathing, but nothing would shake her. It's like she had finally woken up and wanted to take in the world without my interference. She would not give me control.

Eventually, the blood is cleaned up, my mark as prominent as ever on my shoulder. Once I make my way out of my tent, I realize I didn't even examine my mark, I was too busy staring at my eyes. Not that I have time to ponder on those thoughts. The minute I'm back in the main ceremonial area, I'm surrounded by pack members eager to meet their new Luna. I'm handed flowers and given hugs, and introduced to many at a time.

I'm beginning to feel over-whelmed when Zarah makes her way over to me. I see the shock that's plastered all over her face, when she looks at me. She addresses the crowd,

The crowd disperses at once and I swear, I've never been more thankful for Zarah. Her attention turns back to me, She says.

I say.

She says.

A genuine smile takes over my face, I focus on the sounds around me, I take a deep breath in, the smell of a million scents hitting me.

Zarah's smile grows wider,

I grin. I take another deep breath, the smell of pine-cones and rain invades my nose and I hear Zyon making his way towards me. He wraps his arm around my waist pulling my back to his chest, as I turn my head sideways to meet his gaze.

I place my hand onto his arm to try and push it off, but the minute I place my skin on his, sparks and tingles explode onto my body. I let out a small gasp. I felt the tingles before, but the intensity with which I feel them now, it's indescribable.

He says.

I swallow harshly, unable to get my mind of the way his skin feels against mine, as I say,

I feel him smirk against my ear as he notices my unease, he whispers,

That's all it takes for me to attempt to remove myself from his hold, but his grip tightens as he says,

I instantly freeze up, as he takes my hand, leading me away from Zarah. We are instantly surrounded by throngs of people, who greet us and congratulate us. The last thing I want is to be congratulated on Zyon's very public marking of me. That was definitely not how I imagined being marked when I was younger.

The minute Zyon's mother saw us walking to her, she steps forward to greet us. She is warm, and kind. I'll give her that. I wondered how she felt about her son's attempts to grab power and the things he did to get his power. She envelops me into a hug,

Out of the corner of my eye, I see Zyon's father step forward. Unlike his mother, his father looks at me with scrutiny that he thinks I won't notice. I do, however. He extends his hand out.

I shrug my shoulders.

Zyon's mother chimes in,

I feel an instant twinge of irritation,

I feel a wave of anger hit me. I realize it's not my own, but Zyon's. This is the first time I'm feeling his emotions. His hand tightens around mine, as I try to release my hand from his hold. But I notice that his mother's face drops.

He doesn't let go, but when she raises an eyebrow at him, he instantly drops it. His mother takes hold of my hands,

My feelings towards his mother soften. I can see I've upset her, not that I meant to. I tell her as a warm smile overtakes her face. She leads me away from Zyon and his father, but just as we are walking away, I hear Zyon's father tell him,

I don't hear Zyon's response, but I'm irritated that he would encourage his son to control what I have to say. I have every right to express my unhappiness with the ordeal I was put through.

The rest of the evening passes by in a blur. I'm introduced to countless people, all of whose names I'm pretty sure I won't remember by tomorrow. I'm more focused on exploring and re-familiarizing myself with my wolf senses. My eyes remain silver the entire evening. I even hear people expressing how devoted they thought my wolf was to their Alpha. They were proud that their Luna's wolf was drawn to the surface by her mate's marking. Little did they know, my silver eyes were a side-effect of repressing my wolf for so many years.

As I wander through the crowds with Zyon's mother by my side, my eyes land on Alpha Amor, standing with Zarah about fifty feet away. For some odd reason, perhaps my emotions are heightened, but my eyes fill with tears and my heart suddenly feels so full. I excuse myself from Zyon's mother and head straight towards Amor, excited to hear his voice, and catch up on my pack. Well, my old pack, now that I had been forced into a new one.

He sees me coming and I see the warm smile that overtakes his face, as he envelops me into a hug.

I chuckle.

He smiles and then his eyes take a quick sweep of the perimeter. He lowers his voice considerably as he says,

He says, in the lowest possible tone.

I feel the hair on my neck beginning to stand up.

Zarah and Amor stand in front of me with their arms crossed, while my mind races through a million thoughts per minute, until they land on the only possible reason behind his disappearance. Or rather the only possible person behind his disappearance, and that would be Zyon.

And when I finally land on the reason behind his disappearance, I see Amor and Zarah's faces transform into ones of confirmation. A whirlwind of emotions hit me: fear, panic, anger, misery, hopelessness, but most importantly paranoia.

Is he still alive? Did Zyon kill him? If not, where is he? He doesn't deserve to be swept up in this. It's not his fault.

Zarah brings me out of the train of thoughts running through my head,

I don't say anything so she continues,

It's for Daniel. I had to behave normally for Daniel.

I'm unable to process that Zyon would have brought Daniel here. That he would have harmed him. I internally keep trying to convince myself that Zyon wouldn't and then I have to keep reminding myself that this was the Alpha of the North and according to his perspective, Daniel had touched what was rightfully his. But it wasn't Daniel's fault. And I would do everything in my power to make sure Zyon didn't harm a hair on his head.

All at once, the scent of pinecones and rain hits me and I know Zyon is making his way towards me. That familiar arm is wrapped around my waist, his mouth near my ear as he whispers,

I whisper back,

He wickedly whispers, He nips at my ear lobe. I wonder if he will always blackmail me with the people that I love.

After a quick goodbye to Amor and a nod to indicate that I am thankful of the news he has shared with me, Zyon leads me away from the crowd, back onto the stage. Zyon's father makes another long-drawn-out speech that I only half listen to my mind racing with thoughts of Daniel. Where could have Zyon kept him?

Before I realize, I'm being led away from the stage by the pack omega's as ceremonial drums begin to play. They take me further and further into the forest, until we reach a small, but exquisite white villa. In between all the greenery, this marble-made villa with gold rims stands out in stark contrast.

The inside is as beautiful as the outside. There's minimal furniture in the living room, just a couple of couches and a fireplace. This pack really does have exquisite taste when it comes to interior decoration.

The pack omega's lead me into a room. It's a fairly large room, with an enormous white bed in the middle of it. The floor has been littered with red rose petals. There's not an inch of the ground not covered in rose petals. Along the glass shelves on the wall, there are dozens of small tea-light candles that illuminate the room. If I really was to mate Zyon, this would have been the perfect setting.

The Omega's clean my feet and body of any dirt or dust acquired in the ceremonial grounds and then set me down in the middle of the bed.

After passing me cheeky looks and telling me to have a 'fun' night, they leave, giggling to themselves. I roll my eyes. What they thought would happen wasn't going too. There was no way I was letting their Alpha mate me.

As I sit on the corner of the bed, awaiting my mate, my eyes move to the ceiling. Above me, is a latch in the roof, it's a window of sorts that gives a clear view of the night sky. I assume that when the full moon is at its full height, I would be able to see it.

With my newly returned, advanced hearing senses, I hear the front door to the villa open and before I know it, Zyon is sauntering into the room. I stand up, ready to defy any move that he makes on me. I gave in to the marking, but I will not give in to this ridiculous tradition.

He moves closer to me, neither of us saying a word. Standing right in front of me, he brings up his hand to move my hair behind my back, without breaking eye contact with me.

He says.

I don't say a word. He tucks my hair behind my ear, and then with his finger begins his descent down my neck. Right before, he reaches my newly acquired mark, my hand clamps down onto his, stopping him from reaching his mark.

It's hard to think with all the intensified tingles running down my neck. I move his hand away from my neck and bring it back to his side. Surprisingly, he lets me.

He turns away from me, walking to a corner of the room, and pours himself a glass of whisky. I hadn't noticed the drinks in the room before. I would have definitely knocked back a few if I had seen it, in preparation of the fight I would have with Zyon tonight. He turns back to me, as he sips his whisky.

He says slowly.

I sigh deeply.

He lets out a little chuckle. He laughs again.

I don't reply, holding my breath in anticipation of what he has to say next. He drowns his glass of whisky, setting it done on the tray-table with a bang. Then he moves towards me, until he's standing right in front of me.

He hisses into my face, He pauses, and holds up his fingers as he counts,

I don't say anything. My entire resolve to fight flying out the window, as Zyon counts the emotions I was subconsciously suppressing. I take a step back, my thighs hitting the edge of the bed. Zyon takes a step forward.

He says.

I stutter out.

He states.

I don't know what to say. I'm almost sweating trying to come up with a way to answer him. After a couple of notable seconds, I say,

He scoffs, His eyes glint gold,

I take a deep breath in, my eyes narrowing in on the door right before Zyon, but as I look back to him, I see his eyes focused on the ceiling, looking out the latch so I look up too. I can see the edges of the moon. It'll be at its full height any minute now.

I ball my hand up into a fist as I turn my foot forty degrees towards the door. Before he can look down, I throw my fist into his stomach, and lurch towards the door. I assumed I'd get some of my wolf strength back with my eyes, but alas my hunch was incorrect. With his eyes still positioned on the ceiling, Zyon easily catches me before I can make it out. My punch did not disorient him in the slightest.

He throws me onto the bed and clambers on top of me, pinning my hands down with his. He utters, tightening his grip on my hands

Underneath the moonlight, Zyon has never looked more handsome to me than now. A strand or two of his hair falls onto this face. I want nothing more than to run my hands through it. I look at the stubble that frames his face, his sharp nose, and the small slit in his eyebrows. Zyon, as always, was nothing short of perfection. And I could admit that a part of me, just wanted to give in to him, but perhaps my fear didn't let me. Fear that he would mate me and then want nothing to do with him, Fear of being Luna to the Alpha of the North, and fear of what he had done to Daniel.

Instead of giving in, I position my knee right beneath his crotch, ready to slam it into him, the minute he descends onto me. I had no plan except to knee him and run. I would not make this easy for him.

As the moon reaches it's full height, Zyon's attention snaps back to me. Before I can knee him, he's let go of my hands, grabbed hold of my legs and placed himself in between them. His hands return back to pin my arms down. I struggle and scream underneath him, telling him this isn't right, telling him to let me go, but it's to no avail. He holds me down, until I calm down and realize that my struggling wasn't helping me.