Amara’s POV Everyone said the Moon Goddess was perfect.I disagreed.Because if she never made mistakes, why was I born like this?At twenty-three, I was the only daughter of a fallen Alpha who had never shifted. The only wolf-less, unmated female in my generation. To the pack, I wasn't Amara, daughter of a hero. I was the plus-size girl they judged before they even learned my name.Most simply called me fat.A sharp, impatient knock rattled my bedroom door, shattering the quiet."Are you dressed yet?" Vivian’s voice cut through the wood like a blade. "Or did the seamstress have to stitch another bolt of fabric onto your gown?"I closed my eyes, a familiar weight settling heavily onto my chest. The day hadn't even started, and the armor I’d built around myself was already cracking."I'm ready," I replied, keeping my voice as level as possible."Then stop wasting our time."I pulled the door open. Vivian stood in the hallway, draped in a sapphire-blue gown, the diamonds
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