Three years laterElsa’s POVThree years. Sometimes it feels like only yesterday I slipped out of that gilded prison with nothing but my sons in my arms, my heart pounding like a war drum as I prayed Riguel’s wolves wouldn’t smell my fear. Other times, it feels like an entire lifetime has passed, one I hardly recognize as mine.The woman I was back then… she doesn’t exist anymore. The Luna who bowed her head and swallowed her voice, who believed her worth was tied to obedience and breeding male heirs, is dead. In her place stands someone harder, sharper, and maybe a little broken. But alive. And free.Well, free enough.I tug my coat tighter as I hurry into the law office, juggling a satchel full of case files, a thermos of cheap coffee, and the weight of three little lives on my shoulders. The firm’s lobby smells like old paper, lemon polish, and burnt printer ink. It’s not glamorous, but it’s mine. Here, I’m not just a runaway Luna, I’m Elsa Marin, junior associate at Morris & Lane
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