The Mark of Doubt
Noelle had done everything by the book. She had won over the elders with charm and grace. She had defeated Elena in the challenge, proving herself capable of the strength needed to be the Luna.
She had the respect of the pack, but there was one person who remained unmoved by her actions.
Noah.
Despite everything, despite her beauty, her cunning, her victories in battle, Noah still hadn't accepted her as his Luna in the way she had hoped. She had expected him to claim her openly, to complete the bond, but his hesitation lingered like an invisible wall between them.
Noelle stood at the edge of the Silver Moon Pack's courtyard, gazing out over the pack lands, her fingers lightly tracing the tattoo on her forearm.
It had been a gift, an imprint, an undeniable sign of her bond with Noah. The ink was deep, black as midnight, woven into intricate patterns that seemed to pulse with a life of their own.