Luna Lyra
“I always am. Just keep being your beautiful self. Whatever comes, we face it together.”
She looked up at me, her eyes fierce and unwavering. “Always.”
“Now let’s dance.”
The music swelled, and for a moment, we let ourselves be carried by the celebration. But in the back of my mind, the mystery lingered, a shadow over an otherwise perfect night. Whatever secrets Lyra’s father was hiding, they wouldn’t stay buried for long. Not in my pack.
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Denise’s pov