Erasing the Luna
She keeps her eyes on Maddox, waiting for something—a crack, a flicker, her name, one breath of recognition strong enough to save them both.
Nothing comes except the Alpha’s cold control and the wolf’s silent violence beneath it.
Rhea lifts her chin before anyone can see it tremble.
“I’m Rhea Moonmere,” she says, her voice carrying through the corridor. “I’m your wife. I’m your Luna. And whatever has been done to you, to this pack, to me, it hasn’t erased the truth.”
A ripple passes through the servants.
Maddox does not answer, but his wolf growls again, so low and broken that every person in the corridor hears it.