MasukThe woman inside the sphere opened her eyes. It was black. Then she smiled with my face. “Come closer, Luna.”I didn’t move. My grandfather stood behind the glass, watching me like a scientist observing an experiment. Phantom-01 stood beside him. The soldiers raised their weapons. And somewhere beyond the sealed doors, I could hear Alexander pounding against the metal. “Luna!”I ignored him. My eyes remained on the woman inside the sphere.“You’re the First Phantom.” She smiled. “I am what remains of her.” “What does that mean?” “I am her consciousness.” My wolf growled. Don’t trust her.I stepped closer anyway.“Why do you have my face?” “Because they used your blood to rebuild my body.” My stomach twisted. “So you’re not my ancestor.” “I am.” “That’s not an answer.” She smiled. “You carry my blood. My memories. My power.”She placed one hand against the inside of the glass. I instinctively placed mine against the other side. The moment our palms touched— Pain exploded through my skull
Every wolf in the facility was on its knees. Every single one. Except me. I stood in the middle of the ruined chamber, staring into the darkness beneath my feet. The voice had called me Queen Luna.My wolf was silent. “Get up,” I whispered. Nothing happened. I looked around at the hundreds of wolves. “Please.” The First Guard lifted his head. “They won’t.” “Why?” “Because you haven’t commanded them.” “I don’t want to command anyone.”He slowly rose to his feet. “That is precisely why they chose you.” I shook my head. “No.” My mother approached carefully. “Luna…” I turned toward her. “Don’t call me that like you’re afraid of me.” She stopped. “I am not afraid of you.” “Then tell me what is happening.”She looked at my silver markings. “The bloodline has recognized you.” “What does that mean?” “It means you’re no longer just Phantom.”I looked at my hands.“Then what am I?” She hesitated. “The last sovereign of the original Phantom bloodline.”My stomach tightened. “Sovereign?” “The super
The moment the floor opened beneath us, the wolves screamed. The sound tore through my chest. I looked down into the darkness. Three pairs of silver eyes stared back. Then six. Then dozens.My blood ran cold.v“What are they?” My mother grabbed my wrist. “Don’t look at them.” I tore my arm away. “You know what they are.” “Luna—” “You know!” The floor cracked wider. Something enormous shifted beneath us.A deep growl rolled through the facility. Alexander moved beside me. “We need to get out.” My grandfather’s laughter echoed through the speakers. “Run if you want.” I looked up. His face appeared on every screen. “You’ll only delay the inevitable.”Desmond stepped forward. “What did you do?” My grandfather looked at him. “Ah.” His smile widened. “The vessel has awakened.” Desmond froze.“Vessel?” I looked at him. “What does he mean?” Desmond shook his head. “I don’t know.” My grandfather laughed. “You will.”The floor exploded. A massive wolf climbed out of the opening. It was bigger t
Desmond’s voice wasn’t his. That was the first thing I knew. The second was worse. Something was looking through his eyes.I had spent years hating Desmond Cross. I knew his voice when he was angry. I knew his voice when he lied. I knew his voice when he whispered my name in the dark. This wasn’t any of them. This voice was older, colder, and completely certain that I belonged to it. “The Phantom bloodline belongs to us.”My wolf snarled. Run. I didn’t. I stared at Desmond. “Desmond?” His head tilted. For one second, nothing happened. Then his expression changed. Confusion flickered across his face. “Luna?” It was him.I knew it immediately. His eyes returned to their normal color. He looked around, breathing heavily. “What happened?” I stepped backward. “You tell me.” “I don’t know.”My mother moved between us. “Don’t let him near you.” Desmond looked at her. “What did I do?” “You spoke.” He frowned. “I speak all the time.” “Not like that.”Desmond’s gaze moved toward the woman who
I couldn’t move. The woman standing across the ruined laboratory had my face. Not someone who looked like me. Not someone who merely shared my features. My face.The same eyes. The same jaw. The same small scar beneath my left eyebrow. Even the slight tilt of her head was familiar. Because I’d seen it in mirrors my entire life. My wolf whispered inside me. That’s not me.I swallowed. “Then who is she?” Nobody answered. My mother looked as though she’d seen a ghost. The Bloodborn struggled to stand. “No…” The woman smiled. “Hello, Mother.”My mother’s face went pale. I turned toward her. “Mother?” She didn’t respond. The woman took another step.“You’re still alive.” My mother finally found her voice. “You shouldn’t exist.” The woman’s smile widened. “And yet, here I am.” Alexander moved in front of me. “Stay behind me.” The woman looked at him. “Alexander Quinn.” His expression hardened. “You know my name.” “I know everything about you.” “Then you know better than to come closer.”She
The creature’s roar ripped through the facility. Concrete cracked beneath my feet. Every wolf went silent. Not frightened but terrified. My wolf pressed against my consciousness, her presence suddenly sharp and alert. Don’t let it touch you.I stared at the creature towering above us. It looked like a nightmare someone had given flesh. The body was enormous, covered in dark, almost metallic fur. Its wings stretched across the broken ceiling, black feathers dripping with something that looked like blood. Silver veins pulsed beneath its skin.But its eyes— Those silver eyes were exactly like mine. My breath caught. “It has my eyes.” My mother grabbed my arm. “Luna, move.” I didn’t. “What is it?” “The Bloodborn.” “You said that already.” “You don’t understand.” “Then explain.”She looked at the creature. “It wasn’t created from your blood.” I frowned. “Then whose?” Her silence answered before her words did. “Your father’s.” My heart stopped. “No.” “Yes.”The creature lowered its enormous
I stood in the doorway.My brain knew what I was seeing. My eyes registered every detail with crystalline, horrible clarity. But my body—my body refused to accept it.He didn't stop.Desmond's eyes locked onto mine. His wife. Standing three feet away. And his hips kept moving. Kept driving into her
I checked my phone again—5:47 PM.The candles were already lit—thirteen of them, one for each year we'd been together. The hotel suite looked perfect. I'd spent three hours getting it right, draping fairy lights across the curtains, scattering rose petals on the bed, setting up his favorite wine. T
The first scream didn’t come from fear. It came from confusion. Because no one in that ballroom understood what they were looking at.The massive digital display above the stage, used moments ago to showcase innovation metrics and investment portfolios, flickered violently.Then it went black.A sh
Five years ago— Luna Albert died quietly. There was no funeral, no mourning, no one noticed how deeply she was hurt, no one noticed the exact moment she disappeared. Except her.New York had not welcomed her. It had tested her. But she had no choice than to stay. Because it was for the best.The fi







