HALFBLOOD LUNA
He once told me, “If we’re fated, Lyra… I’ll make you my Luna. No matter what.”
A soft smile cracked my lips. For a moment, the hallway, the gossips, the whispers, they all faded. It didn’t matter that I was the granddaughter of a broken elder, or that I still wore my dead mother’s pendant like a prayer. When Caleb held me, the world stopped spinning.
I tucked the note into my pocket.
Tonight was the full moon. My eighteenth birthday. The night of the Fated Mating Ceremony.
The night when fated mates would be revealed. When bonds would form, and destinies would begin.
Bab Populer