The Peace Offering Luna He Sacrificed 77 Times
Drake re-buttoned his shirt, covering the scar and fifteen years of pain.
"So I waited. And I watched him break your heart seventy-seven times," a raw agony finally cracking his composure. "Elara. No more."
The castle doors swung open, and an elegant, silver-haired woman emerged.
Her eyes were wise and kind, as if she could see right through you.
"Mother," Drake said. "This is Elara."
"I know who she is." Drake's mother, the old Luna of the Nightfall Pack, walked toward me and studied me closely. "Heir to the blood of the Moon Goddess. Welcome home, child."