Death to the Fated Mate

"But that would be your fated mate," I said pointedly. Plucking my courage, I dared to ask. "What if Damon's fated mate shows up? He seemed pretty insistent on having his fated mate as his luna."

Under my clothes, the web necklace Damon had given me felt as though it was tingling. I dare not move too much, afraid that the silvery material would catch Dahlia's eye. There was no way she would know what it was nor the necklace's significance, but I didn't wish to risk the off-chance that she did.

If Dahlia found out that I was the said fated mate who could threaten her position as the future luna of Fangborne, she might just tear into me right now and rip me to shreds. The imagery was enough to have me shudder in fear.