The False Luna Has My Wolf
Her voice was quiet, but it carried through the silence like a blade.
“I was not born wolfless.”
No one interrupted. No one dared.
Mira turned back to Cassia, her gaze dropping to the silver eyes that did not belong to the woman wearing them.
“The false Luna has my wolf.”
The words settled over the corridor like a verdict. Cassia’s face twisted in anguish. Maera went perfectly still. Darius looked at Mira, and this time, he did not look away.
Behind the sealed Moon Rite door, the trapped wolves began to howl again.