Chapter 147

• *Keera*
• Our symbol was beautiful; an image of the moon goddess's face, with complex and finely detailed patterns and vines growing out of her hair. I knew enough about werewolves to know it was a sign of the goddess's approval. We stepped out of the glass house, my body still humming from our passionate union. I felt deliciously spent, my knees threatening to give out beneath me. Grayson took my hand in his, his fingers intertwining with mine as we walked up to Ryan and then faced the pack.
• The symbol on our skin, a dark pigmentation resembling a tattoo, seemed to glow in the moonlight. I felt my face heat up as I met the pack member’s gazes, realizing they had heard my screams of pleasure. Their eyes sparkled with amusement, and I drifted my attention elsewhere, my cheeks burning with embarrassment. We stepped a bit forward and presented ourselves firstly to the council before the pack members gathered around, eager to see the symbol for themselves.