Camilla
The ride to the resort turned out to be far more exhausting than I had anticipated.Dawn Springs—a heavily guarded retreat nestled in the neutral southern territories of the continent—loomed ahead like a memory I'd long tried to forget. I had only been here once before, on my eighteenth birthday—the day I was supposed to find my mate. But I found nothing.
Strangely, I didn't feel sadness that day. If anything, I felt relieved. I never bought into the romantic notion of fate choosing someone for me. I never believed I needed a mate to define my strength or complete me.
I was determined to choose a man on my own terms—purely for pleasure, not destiny. But my father had other ideas. That's why he brought me to Dawn Springs when the bonding call never came.
And now, seven years later, I'm back.
For nearly the same reason—only this time, it's not because I don't have a mate.It's because I want to no longer have one.
"Luna."
