The Luna Who Walked Away
“I started contacting potential Betas and Gammas. Want me to show you the list?”
“Tomorrow,” I say. “Tonight, I just want silence.”
She nods and leaves. The room falls still again.
I close my eyes and think of what’s coming.
Of wolves who’ll call me Luna not because of a mark, but because of respect.
Of Kael watching as the woman he broke becomes the legend he feared.
Of a world that thought I’d fade, now learning I was only getting started.
The moonlight hits my face, cool and silver.
Somewhere outside, a wolf howls — deep, long, haunting.