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And I’m sure that James did not hesitate to make her his Luna and replace me. Lizzy finally got my husband, and everything she wanted. Just as usual. I shook my head to clear the dark thoughts and got out of bed. But my eyes suddenly fell on something I hadn’t noticed before. It was the bright painting of a woman hanging in the corner of the room. The sheer beauty of it drew me closer to look. The woman in the painting was stunning. She had fiery red hair that flowed beautifully in the wind and her bright blue eyes that sparkled with life.

Not enough to stabilise The Towers, but perhaps enough to satisfy the council. He doesn’t really need their permission. Bryce isn’t the kind who asks for anything. He just takes it. He expects the world to bend to his will, and the performance for the council is just that. A carefully prepared act. The girl’s aura is a faint blue, mostly white. She is almost powerless. “I never knew that Luna Lyric was my cousin,” the girl chirps.

My voice trembled. "There were nights I cried myself to sleep wondering what I had done to deserve being hated by the people who were supposed to love me most, I believed every cruel word, I really believed I was nothing." " I took a slow breath. "But you were wrong." I turned slightly, looking at Oliver before smiling through my tears. "The Moon Goddess had already written a different future for me." I looked back at them. "The same girl you called worthless is standing here today beside the kindest, most powerful Alpha this pack has ever known, as his Luna, I am no longer the worthless Lilith, I am Luna Lilith."

He looked ridiculous in his three piece suit, licking ice cream in a tent, but it only made Noor smile as she too took a sit across from him. Marwan wouldn't be caught dead eating ice cream in a suit, she thought as her smile slipped off her face, replaced by a frown. "Is something wrong?" When his voice broke into her mind, she startled as she'd become lost in her thoughts. "I've interrupted a deep thought, haven't I?" he sighed, wiping his trouser with a napkin where the ice cream had stained it. "I can see it growing small in your eyes." "Luna Lovegood," she breathed, amazed at how he'd sprouted a line from her favorite novel. "You're a potterhead?"

Because Luna was upstairs. Luna, who had just turned ten and somehow existed in that impossible in-between place between child and young woman already, all long limbs and sharp intelligence and wild dark curls she hated brushing in the mornings. Luna, who still slept in purple pyjamas with tiny moons printed on them, because she was enough of a child to love matching sleep sets, and old enough to roll her eyes when Nala tucked her in too carefully. Luna, who loved astronomy and graphic novels and terrible reality baking shows. Luna, whose laugh could still make sunlight out of the worst day imaginable. Luna, whose eyes were not Nala’s.

A screenshot of a trending tag: #PLANTGIRL My soul left my body and filed a complaint. “Why,” I croaked. “Why would they call her that.” Sienna looked offended on my behalf, which was almost sweet considering she was still convinced it was me. “Because she hid him behind a plant! People love a theme.” I stared at the screen. Someone had made fan art. Not good fan art, more like a doodle of a girl in a hoodie heroically standing beside a potted palm while Jace hovered in the background like a rescued prince.

Ace chimed in, his eyes shining with pride. I couldn't help but smile at their infectious energy, feeling a warmth spread through my heart. Pushing aside my worries for a moment, I shifted my focus to them, eager to see their creations. "That's wonderful, sweeties! Let me see." I beckoned them closer, and they eagerly rushed over, holding their drawings into my hands. Luna's drawing shown a colorful garden scene, complete with flowers, butterflies, and a shining sun, while Ace's featured a tall tree laden with apples, surrounded by smiling stick-figure people.

Lyra barely had time to set the coffee aside before she had an armful of squirming child and faint scent of washable markers. “Hey, pup,” Lyra said, kissing the top of her head. “Redecorating again?” “Art,” Luna corrected, scandalized. “This is important.” “I stand corrected,” Lyra said gravely. “Show me the important art.” Luna wriggled down, grabbed her hand with sticky fingers, and dragged her toward the mural. “This is the bad man,” she said, pointing proudly at the long-mouthed stick figure. “He tried to take me. But Rhea and Mr. Jace said no. And Daddy bit him.”

⚯͛ “My mum always said things we lose have a way of coming back to us in the end. If not always in the way we expect.” – Luna Lovegood ⚯͛ M E Y W A N G | The Asian Potterhead | MUNDANE MONDAY

That seemed to work for a while. During this time, our Alpha found his mate. We had a Luna, and she was beautiful, and considerate and caring. She was also a badass special wolf. We all love her so much. When she came to us, I had invited her to my birthday party. When she found out that I had only two friends coming, she made it the best party ever. She had a "unicorn", that was actually a miniature horse with a horn on her head. But my six-year-old brain only saw a unicorn. She bought each of us princess dresses and we each had a princess photo shoot with the unicorn. That night was when I found out that I had a lot in common with my Luna and I loved her so much. My Luna is a direct descen