EPILOGUE - MIREILLE

The last twenty years have been a rollercoaster, to say the least.

That night in the hail, when Cyrus pulled me back from the brink and I spilt every single woe from the bottom of my soul to him, was the turning point. Since the triplets' birth, I had walked around with lead weights in my shoulders, dragging me down.

Guilt chipped away at my self-confidence. To the point when I didn’t even feel I could be a Luna. Standing at the top of that tower, thinking the isolation helped clear y mind when it only bogged me further down in the doubt.

Cyrus changed all of that. He took my guilt and made a solemn vow.

Twenty years.

If we can’t fix it together in twenty years, we will offer ourselves to the Moon Goddess.

After that night in the hail, I cried for two days in a row. Once whipped away from the beam, the full horror of what I’d almost done was crushing. I couldn’t look at the children without damning myself all over again.

Cyrus though, he became the Alpha. With everyone’s bl