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“I don’t know what I want from you. But you have spent so long trying to run from me in fear of hurting me that even now when there is no danger, you try to run still.” He watches me, then runs a hand down his face, looking worn out and tired. “I am trying to do what is best.” He sighs. “And what exactly is the best mode here?” I ask him. “We are granted only one true mate. ONE. that is you. I am the Luna, Lachlan. The queen of the supernatural. Do you truly think it would be a good look for me to deny my mate when I am meant to ensure the laws and rules of everyone?”

she mumbled behind her hand. "Fuck off, Tanya!" I groaned, slapping her arm, and she laughed like she'd just won a prize. "You're such a little shit." "Yeah, but I'm your little shit," she said with a wink. I turned away from them both and stared back at the city lights. My reflection caught faintly in the glass door—long black hair falling over the green and gold of my dress. Before me stood a Luna. A healer. A mother. A girl who just wanted to survive and ended up in the middle of an ancient legend.

"I write to you with a heavy heart, but with the knowledge that our shared vision for a united territory will soon come to pass. Kael grows weaker by the day, his judgment clouded by sentiment and tradition. He suspects nothing. When the time is right, I will ensure the pack is yours for the taking. All I ask is my place by your side as your Luna. Yours in blood and ambition, Alessia." A wave of nausea washed over Alessia, the words a punch to the gut. It was her signature, her nickname, her voice. It was perfect. It was a lie. The council members stared at her, their faces a mixture of shock, disbelief, and growing anger. Elder Marcus looked at her, his eyes filled with a deep, profound sad

Katla answered. So far, I could find no fault in what she and Clarissa had done. Clarissa was genuinely trying to help her. “Katla, for just learning about the situation, had understood it quickly, more quickly that us,” Sargon pointed out with approval. “She would make an excellent Luna…” “She is an Alpha, more than that,” I reminded him. “So then you called on the rectangle,” Katla continued. “Rectangle?” I asked. “Phone…” Clarissa interjected.

Nicole lifted her chin. “I am Luna by blood and by right. And I will lead. Not as the shadow of a man’s claim. Not as the broken thing you thought you left behind. But as myself. And if any of you doubt that—” her eyes swept the chamber, daring, burning, “—you can stand. And fall.” The words struck like a thrown torch. For a heartbeat, the chamber held its breath. And then the whispers began. They were sharp, frantic, hungry. Wolves exchanging looks, elders murmuring, others leaning back as though already bracing for the war her declaration had summoned.

"Mother Luna had asked me not to say anything about our meeting, but it was necessary if we wanted to survive. Vampires were not going to get involved without the certainty that nobody from their own would be injured. They were surprisingly protective when they wanted. I should take care of my pack. I could not afford to lose anyone in this war. For this, we needed the protection of the sorcerers. Only a sorcerer could face a sorcerer. And I knew that Heath Dominique was gathering a whole army of dark sorcerers, people who had been exiled from the community for the undue use of magic. My informant did not hesitate to give me the details." "Mother Luna is upset with you. She has not forgiven

Hunter. I had to distract him. If there was one thing I knew about magic, it was that it couldn’t be used continuously. If we managed to keep him distracted, then he wouldn’t have time to attack anyone. And maybe Sienna would find a way to defend herself, to fight to regain control of her body. “It’s Estrella.” He cocked his head, confused. “Sienna is dead, so she must be Estrella.” “Sienna survived,” Leonel exclaimed. “And you are attacking her!”

"A cursed lineage taking over from a cursed man. It fits perfectly, doesn’t it?" Thorne’s eyes met mine, and sympathy and caution meshed into his stare. “What do we do, Alpha? There’s bound to be unrest and power struggles. And with her...” “The Luna of Death,” I murmured. The title hung heavy in the air, chilling the room with its implications. “We need to tread carefully, Thorne. She’s a living weapon, destructive and unpredictable.” Thorne nodded, understanding the unspoken complexities. “Do you want to reach out? Offer some kind of truce or—”

Hermes explained that they would be doing some basic drills and exercises to test their skills and stamina. He divided them into pairs and assigned them different tasks. He paired Lena with a woman named Sage, who had short blond hair and brown eyes. She wore a tight black jumpsuit that showed off her curves and muscles. She looked at Lena with disdain and sneered. “So, you’re the new kid,” she said. “The one who saved Scar’s life.” Lena nodded, feeling uneasy. “Yeah, that’s me,” she said. Sage scoffed. “Don’t get too cocky,” she said. “You got lucky. You’re not that special.”

Selene shakes her head. "No, dear, you didn't do anything wrong. Let me explain. Many centuries ago, there was a goddess by the name of Laetitia. She was the goddess of happiness and prosperity. She was one of the lesser-known goddesses but just as powerful in her own way. Many from the underworld didn't like the joy she spread throughout the different realms. She got pregnant, and when others found out, they wanted to kill the child, hoping to cause her immense grief so she would stop spreading happiness. She raised her daughter at an undisclosed location. Laetitia made her daughter into something else when she was old enough and sent her to Earth. Davina, you're Laetitia's daughter." I sta