My Luna, my true mate

The dress that Callisto delivered to Rhea's chamber is probably the most beautiful she has ever seen in her entire life, even though, as the daughter of a Werewolf Kingdom nobleman, she was used to beautiful and luxurious things. But this dress is something that certainly stands out; its silk threads have been woven with tiny diamonds that give points of light throughout the length. And its fit is so perfect that it seems to have been made directly on Rhea's body.

Scented from head to toe, she smells herself, feeling no trace of her pheromone that should be out of control now that the moon has returned to the sky. Although the second day isn't as intense as the first, when it's in full glow, the curse should be sneaking up on her, setting her body on fire, making her completely lose her mind.

For some reason, she's not feeling on the verge of madness.

And as she walks to the hall, being guided by the Lycan twins, Rhea looks beyond the arches that connect to the beautiful garden, bathe