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Turned. And left. As if escaping. He didn’t want to hear. And even less to see. His mate…getting too close to another male. “Lucas, you” Clar had just started to speak. But Luna gently stopped her. The next moment a breath drew close. Right by her ear. A low voice fell “Clar.” “Tonight—you’re mine.” That voice was like a feather. Lightly brushing past. Yet stirring a fine tremor. Clar’s heart jumped violently.

"What do you want?" "You... Just wanna check up on you" "Not needed Clara, drop the act" She came closer to me and whispered. "Luna has another guy, she doesn't want you, I still want you" at once all my wolf senses got active and without doubt I knew for sure. "Bitch!!!" I said and pushed her away from me, my eyes glowing out of anger. Damn! Why didn't I know all along, she manipulated me, a signature move of vampires. Clara is one of them.

The little girl promptly appeared at her call. "Here I am, Mommy!" Luna beamed, rushing to her mother’s side. Clara embraced her, affectionately smoothing her hair before urging her on. "Let’s hurry; we’re going to be late." She offered a reassuring smile as she took hold of Luna’s small hand. Stealing one last glance at her home, Clara sighed, recognizing that she wouldn’t be returning for another month. If distancing herself from Hayley and Leonardo was the price she had to pay, then so be it.

“i would send some one to you, come get it at the gate.” Yes ma'am Clara replied As The line went dead. Clara lowered the phone slowly, fear and greed clashing in her chest. She knew exactly where Luna kept her nighttime tea. She knew exactly which maid to trick. And by 11 p.m., Luna would be too alone, too helpless, and too far from anyone who could hear her. Clara exhaled shakily. “Forgive me, Luna,” she whispered. “But I need that promotion.”

The whole pack would rise. So I closed my eyes. I hid the truth. I swallowed the fear. But the vision stayed, burning in my mind. And far away, under the dark sky, Clara whispered to the night. “If I can’t be Luna, then no one will.” Her laugh echoed like a curse. The war had begun.

For a moment, Clara simply stared at me. Then, to my shock, she slowly shook her head. "No." I froze. "What?" Her expression became firm as she rolled her eyes. "I don't recognize you as Luna." What! My heartbeat quickened as the room suddenly felt hotter. Clara continued. "Our pack already has a Luna." My jaw clenched. I already knew where this was going. And I hated it. "Luna Scarlett is the only true Luna I will ever recognise." The moment her name left Clara's mouth, something inside me snapped.

his mind in a state of confusion, Clara considered the implications with a mix of chill in her spine. The thought of an enemy alone was unpleasant, and now an unseen enemy , one who could manipulate others and remain in the shadows, she became frightened. Luna’s voice broke through the tension, her words clear and certain. “The Heart can help us find them. I can feel it calling to me, showing me glimpses of the truth.” Clara met Luna’s gaze, her heart swelling with pride and determination. “Then we’ll follow its lead. We have to trust in the Heart and in ourselves.”

She moaned, joining her hands and looking at her lap trying to avoid my gaze. I silently waited for her to continue. She took a deep breath and told me, "Luna bit your wrist, sucking the essence out of you. She drank so much blood that she eventually fainted. We found her passed out on the floor while you were trying not to shift, so we tranquilized you," she said. I looked wide-eyed at her, "That's not possible, Clara is human, she can't digest all that much blood like that. Her body can't be adapted to that." I told her.

Clara’s POV My hands wouldn’t stop shaking. I sat on the edge of my vanity chair, staring at my reflection. My curls were perfect. My dress was perfect. My makeup flawless. But my eyes… My eyes betrayed me. They were wide. Shiny. And trembling. I slapped my cheeks lightly and hissed at myself, “Get it together, Clara. You’re Luna now. You can’t fall apart.” I repeated the words three times. They did nothing. Because the image of the boy’s face—his terrified, frozen stare—would not leave my mind. Those eyes. Those bruises. The way his small body went limp in my hands after I pushed him to the ground, after—

Lucas followed her gaze. Beyond the broken doors, the night moved, shadows twisting, gathering, forming a shape neither of them could comprehend. A whisper drifted through the wind. “You broke the bond too soon.” Clara’s heart stopped. Lucas’s hand tightened around hers as the darkness beyond the doorway began to breathe. And the air itself turned against them.