Becoming Luna
“Luna Selene is gone,” he said. “Until she is found, the pack must not panic. Morale must not break. Our enemies must not sense weakness.”
“I—I understand.”
His eyes darkened.
“No. You don’t.”
He studied my face like he was memorising it.
“You will take her place.”
The world tilted.
“What?”
“You will act as Luna.”
My breath stuttered. “That’s impossible. I I’m just—”
“A substitute,” he finished. “Exactly.”
My chest tightened.
I was no one here.
An omega.
A giirl; who avoided being noticed.
“I can’t do that,” I whispered.
“Yes,” he murmured, stepping closer, voice dangerous silk. “You can. And you will. I will protect you,” he added softly. “But