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Her lips parted as if she wanted to speak, but she stopped herself. Hunter. It clicked. She had feelings for him. How had I missed that? And my mind jumped into bothering about all the wrong things. “Beta,” Viktor said in a low voice, gesturing toward the door. “We need to move.” Gaia’s voice was quieter now, almost reluctant. “Do you know who might be sick?” But I already knew. “From the direction they’re heading... probably someone in the dungeon.” “A rogue then.” ——— Gaia’s fingers lightly traced the delicate petals of a flower. “This one,” she said, her voice soft, “is called the Lumina Petal. It only blooms under the full moon. But it’s fragile. Too much touch and it’ll wither.”

“Feel Serena, feel the pull of the moon. It’s in your blood, older than any pack.” I paused, and held my breath. Every new action on Serena’s part was faster, more decisive, and then—there was a bright flash from her, a burst of lunar energy that surged through the clearing. The warriors stood stock still, huge-eyed, as the gleam blazed through the black gulf of night. Serena gasped, stepped back and her sleeve fell back as well on her arm. It was there, on her skin, a mark. A swirling, crescent-shaped scar that glowed dimly, just like the one cut deep into the rogue’s tree.

"That won't stop whoever sent this. It'll just make you a prisoner." "He's manipulating you," Sky hissed. "Don't listen to him." But Lucius's logic made sense. Sort of. "Then what do I do?" "You stay alert. You trust no one except the people you know won't betray you." "And who's that?" He smiled slightly. "That's for you to decide." I looked down at the note in my hands. ‘The Lunar Moon is coming.’ "What's the Lunar Moon?" "A specific phase. When the moon is at its fullest and brightest. The next one happens in three weeks."

I am going in as a woman who found his name in the Celestine Academy registry and whose patient population has been presenting with a compound effect she cannot explain through her own training alone, and who needs, from a technical standpoint, the expertise of someone who understands the specific mechanism better than anyone else alive. All of this is true. I am simply choosing which true things to lead with. Fiona makes lunch and I eat it and I watch Kai at the table working on the drawing he started three days ago, which has resolved itself into something I can now see clearly: two figures standing side by side in what is recognizably the treatment room on Lunar Row, one small and one tal

"It's a good day for Liana, we shouldn't ruin it for her. Can't you see how happy she's whenever she's with Kenziel?" "But Klaus is more stronger than Kenziel and he's already an alpha while Kenziel is yet to be one..." The second Lady rambled on. "—if I were in her shoes, I would have chosen Klaus a million times, yeah!" "To Liana, the soon-to-be Luna of Alpha Kenziel, and Dark Knight pack." Afraid that those words might hurt Liana, the blonde one toasts, her eyes sparkling with excitement. "Cheers to your new happiness, Liana!"

Kira returned just in time when the Luna was having a sip of the tea. “Hey there.” Kira greeted, looking around the room in suspicion. “What are you all drinking?” The Luna smiled weakly at her, “it's a relaxing tea. Leila was kind enough to gift me. And I must say it tastes superb.” “Yes, Kira. You should try it. I think I might get a long sleep as well.” Amber added.

— I murmured. I turned the book over to see who the author was, but there was no name. The printing of the book was dated ********. — Cronnos, do you know anything about the descendants of the Moon Goddess? — I asked the fleabag. He stopped dancing, looking thoughtful. - In truth no. I've never heard anything like it,” he replied. I flipped through the pages until I came to one that said: The true form of the descendants of the Moon. Below was a drawing of a wolf with snow-white fur and eyes shining like amethysts.

Each arch shimmered with a different color. Blue, rippling like a river. Red, flickering like flame. Green, alive with curling vines and the smell of fresh soil. White, moving with invisible currents of air that made Luna’s skin prickle. At the center, where the Moonlight struck, lay a simple stone disc, etched with the crescent that had once burned itself into her skin. Luna’s breath caught. Her heart hammered. No one else stood with her. No Orion. No pack. No ancestors, visible at least.

Luna in the small room with the good morning light on the day she was born, rendered from memory with the particular quality of Anya’s eye for what mattered. Luna in the garden in the April light, small against the large spring world. Luna is on the desk reaching for Calla’s web drawing. Luna in the August garden reaching outward in the web, which Anya had somehow captured in the drawing as a quality of extension, the small figure with something reaching past the visible edges of the page. Luna at the solstice, held by Selene, surrounded by the gathered community. A drawing for each month. Twelve drawings for twelve months.

My eyes were enormous circles with jagged lines coming out—lightning, maybe. Underneath, in Rowan’s careful, wobbly handwriting: THE KERSED LUNA. The second panel had a moon with angry eyebrows and what I thought might be teeth. A tiny figure (me, presumably) stood under it, frowning. Panel three showed a blob with too many arms, and what I assumed was Malric’s crown, being bitten by a smaller blob with pointy teeth. Panel four was just me again, this time with a wolf tail and a baby in my arms, the angry moon now… smiling? Or having a stroke. It's hard to say.