Untamed Beneath the Moon

The scent of alcohol from the victory banquet still lingered in the air, but Celeste Thorn was already unwilling to wait any longer. She was famous throughout the border garrison for her fiery temper; she never hesitated or dragged her feet, and once she set her sights on someone, she was determined to make them hers. The man called Lu Zheng was the sharpest blade in the corps, his temper as hard as the bricks of the fortress wall, his gaze forever nailed to the wasteland beyond. Celeste Thorn walked toward him, braving his usual cold expression, only she hadn’t expected that he was waiting for her as well.