He remembered her at sixteen. Every ceremony, he had waited for the Moon Goddess to call her name alongside his, to bind them in the most sacred of bonds. But each year, she walked past him, the pull of fate absent in her gaze. Still, he wished. Still, he waited.
Then her parents arranged her marriage. But even that victory had been hollow. Because the same day they were meant to be married, he learned the truth. Luna had a vampire mate. And not just any vampire — a prince.
Finding out that he, too, had been marked as her mate had only made it worse. Two bonds, tangled and defiant, pulling her between two worlds. He had sworn then that he would protect her, even from the other half of her heart. But vows are easy when spoken; keeping them when she was dying was another matter entirely.
