The Rejected Obese Luna Returns For War

Rachel's POV A shiver ran down my spine. I had never been this nervous in my life — not even the day I saved Annular Moon Pack territory from my own kind's invasion. “It's okay, Rachel. You can do this.” I whispered it like a prayer, exhaling slow, willing my hands to stop trembling. It was the night of the Unencumbered Festival — the night that marked my turning point. From nobody to heroine. That was supposed to be me. I grabbed my phone to check the time, and the wallpaper hit me square in the chest. Not fear this time. Nostalgia. The woman smiling back at me from that photo — young, pretty, ordinary — had no idea what she would become, or what it would cost her. I looked up at the mirror instead. The glucometer sat heavy in my hand, its number climbing higher than it should. My breath started to catch, shallow and uneven. My pills. I'd left them at the pack house I bolted for the restroom door, fumbling for my phone, dialing Jacob. Unreachable . Alice. Switched off

Danielle POVThe light hit me before anything else did — white, clinical, blinding. I blinked hard against it, my vision swimming as shapes resolved into a ceiling I didn't recognize. Fine plaster molding traced the edges of the room, too expensive to be anything but custom. My body felt heavy and hollow at once, like I'd been poured back into it after being emptied out somewhere else."Miss Carmen, you're finally awake."A woman's voice cut through. I sat up too fast, my head spinning as I took in the room. Everything about it whispered wealth — silk drapes pooling against the floor, sheets softer than anything I'd ever owned. It felt less like waking up and more like stumbling into someone else's dream, one I hadn't been invited into.The door opened. A man walked in, and every thought in my head simply stopped.He was striking — tall, composed, dangerously handsome in a way that made the room feel smaller just by him standing in it. There was a stillness to him, the kind that came

Danielle POV I left the diary hidden in my room and went back downstairs, hungry for whatever secrets that book was still holding back. The moment I reached the hall, I saw him. Jacob. For one unguarded second, my body forgot everything that happened before I left Then it came back, cold and sharp: Keep your friends close. Keep your enemies closer So I walked toward him myself — slow, deliberate, every step calculated to catch the hunger already in his eyes. His gaze dropped and dragged over me, and I watched it land before I even reached him. I bit my lip, just enough. He met me halfway and pulled me into a dance without asking. He didn't need to anymore. His eyes held mine, and the low sound rolling out of his chest wasn't a growl born of anger. I knew that sound. It was the one Jacob made when he wanted something and expected to get it. I let my hand rest at the back of his neck — until I caught Jackson watching from across the room. I pulled back just enough to be sa