THE LUNA THEY NEVER WANTED
She had dragged me back to my corner and left me with some parting words before running back towards Sloane with a huge grin on her face.
“You are going to stay here and see what a real Luna looks and act like,” she hissed as she walked off.
I bit my lips, tasting blood as my heart beat rose in anger.
From across the hall, I could see my mate, Trent, hovering around Sloane. He was like a moth attracted to a flame, smiling and nodding eagerly as if he was a little boy meeting his hero for the first time.
His eyes, which were once hollow whenever he looked at me, were now lit up, completely ablaze with a warmth I haven’t seen or felt in years.