The Luna's Secret Heir
That night, under the silver moon, their bond was sealed,not planned, not spoken, but undeniable.
By morning, she was gone.
And in her heart, a secret began to grow.
Back in the present, Lyra’s fingers curled around Isla’s shoulder as Damien’s voice cut through her thoughts.
“This is no longer a game, Lyra. Whoever sent those wolves will not stop. You cannot fight this alone.”
She said nothing. Her eyes only drifted to Isla,her daughter, her secret, her greatest risk.
And in Damien’s eyes, she saw the question he hadn’t yet dared to ask.