The Fated Series
Hallie ShoemakerWerewolfAlphaLunaRejectSecond Chance
“If it follows you down the aisle, squeeze your bouquet twice. That’s the signal. I’ll handle whatever ‘it’ is.”
Evandra’s mouth curved. “You can handle everything?”
“That’s what Betas are for.” A faint glimmer of humor. Liora set the last pin, then reached into her pocket and produced a tiny sachet bound in white thread. “Ward. Rosemary, rue, yarrow. The healers swear by it for ‘lingering glances from the unseen.’” She made air quotes with one hand—ridiculous and endearing. “Tuck it in your bodice. If it’s nonsense, at least it smells like a garden.”