The Untamed Matriarch
The off-shoulder sleeves transition into a sea of flowing charmeuse, trailing behind me in a five-foot wake of shimmering fabric.
"This one," I breathe, staring at my reflection. I am a creature of the forest and the clinic, never the girl who dreamed of moon-bindings, but in this? I look like a Luna. I look like power.
"Praise the Ancestors," Sierra sighs, dabbing at a stray tear. "That was my pick as well. If you’d chosen the other, I’d have questioned your instincts."
I let out a soft laugh as she taps a quick command into her device. I realize with a start that she’s alerting Mason—summoning the Alpha for his verdict.
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