The Lycan King’s Treasured Luna
A guttural cry tore from her lips as she clawed at her own face, writhing in a trance so deep it looked more like a possession.
Hysteria.
Chaos exploded around her.
The girls surged forward in panic, grabbing for her, shouting her name, trying to rouse her from whatever nightmare she had fallen into. Mirenya yelled for someone to fetch help. Liora screamed.
But I didn't move.
Because while everyone else focused on Rhalia, I saw Narine.
Frozen.
Eyes wide, her lips parted in a silent scream, ashen terror draped over her like a burial cloth. Her body trembled so violently I thought she might shatter. She couldn't even blink. Couldn't tear her gaze away from the b