Chapter 6. Can You Dance With Me?

Edward’s POV

The pack needed a Luna. That fact was indisputable.

I had known it long before my brothers began circling the subject, long before the elders whispered about balance and tradition, long before the weight of expectation pressed so hard against my spine that even breathing felt like a duty. A Luna was not just a mate or a decorative presence at my side. She was stability. She was symbolism. She was the calm counterweight to an Alpha’s violence.

And Caliana Meyers fit the role too well for my own peace of mind.

She was beautiful in a way that unsettled me—not the sharp, calculated beauty of women who knew exactly how to weaponize their smiles, but something softer, quieter. Her beauty didn’t demand attention; it drew it in without trying. Innocent, kind, untouched by the filth that clung to my world.