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Luna walked to the front carrying three drawings. Her voice came quietly at first. “This is my family.”She lifted the first picture.Elias.Tall.Gray suit.Smiling.The second picture showed herself. Dark hair.Same eyes.The room remained gentle.Then she raised the third.A woman.Long dark hair.Gray eyes.No name.No label. Just a face. Seraphina stopped breathing. Luna looked down at the paper. “I don’t know who she is,” she admitted softly, “but I keep drawing her.” Silence settled. Clara’s expression tightened.

I cannot think of a more suitable luna than you. Love, Brandon

Alice - Being a Luna was never part of my plan but it was my destiny and now I was loving it. I am Alice Anderson a hybrid wolf with a werewolf father and a mother who was a witch. That makes me special. Not always in a good way. After going through several trials and tribulations I was finally at ease with Lucian. I am Luna of the Crimson Shadow pack and Lucian Blake is my mate. Generally, life was good. I loved living in the pack and there weren't any more death threats.

One luna came towards me, and I nodded with a smile. “Hi, Lyra Vexen from the Frost Fang Pack.” She extended her hand, and I accepted it with a smile. She was about 5’4 with a petite figure, pale white complexion, and deep blue eyes. She was really beautiful, and in her pale blue gown, she looked like a doll.

Luna's face transformed with such pure joy that my heart ached. "She made a noise. Did you hear? She's so perfect." Luna looked up at me, tears streaming down her face. "Mama, she's so perfect and tiny, and I love her already." I took a picture with my phone, capturing Luna holding newborn Alice, both their faces showing the vulnerability of new life and fierce love. A moment of pure hope in the middle of preparing for war. That night, Luna finished the blanket. She worked until dawn, stitching protection wards with shaking fingers, whispering prayers to the Moon Goddess over each symbol. When she finally collapsed from exhaustion, the blanket glowed faintly with magic.

“I just thought, since I couldn’t come myself, they could pass the message. I’ll be in touch soon.” “Good! Don’t forget to explore while you’re back — maybe you’ll get the inspiration you’ve been needing!” “I will. Thank you. Goodbye.” The second the call ended, she turned to me. “Damon. What. Do. You. Want?” I stared down at her. “I told you already, Lyra.” I leaned in, voice smooth. “Stay here. Be my Luna.”

she muttered, turning the painting for me to see. I couldn't believe what I saw. A life painting–more like a direct picture of Damon holding hands with a young girl. "How can this be?" I said in a whisper, my eyes not even blinking. "They were in my head," Luna said. "I saw it clearly." I nodded slowly, my eyes drifting back to the painting. "Yes I know. You're really good, Luna. But the painting...how did you get the pencils to draw this?" Just then, Damon cleared his throat. "Why don't we talk about something else, aye?"

~Elena~ "Welcome, my future Luna." The words barely had time to settle before Crystal stiffened like she’d been struck. The air froze. Then— "Excuse me?" she snapped, voice like a blade, sharp and cold. Trevor turned, unreadable, but Crystal was already seething. "I am the future Luna," she spat, her fingers digging into Ryan’s arm like claws. "Not her." Her gaze burned into Trevor’s, daring him to challenge her. Daring him to argue.

A shy smile tugged at the corners of his lips, creating an endearing and slightly uneasy expression. I know this isn’t how that fiery Fatima behaves. “Relax,” he assured me, leading me through the grand entrance into the heart of the bustling gathering hall. “Today, a momentous day unfolds as Fatima Holmes, the embodiment of my deepest affections, ascends to the esteemed position of Luna within our pack . . .” “Her presence commands reverence from every member, and any audacious soul who dares to defy her will face the dire consequence of banishment.” Lucas’ voice boomed through the room, commanding the attention of everyone present.

" I did not get to see my gal." When I said this I heard Adamo laugh while Luca just went back to reading his magazine. It's because he is presumably still a abecedarian, so he does not understand what it's like to love someone. " Do not worry bro, you will be out soon and also you can see her as much as you want." I narrowed my eyes at Adamo when he wriggled his eyebrows at me suggestively, before I ultimately just shook my head.