The Rejected Luna’s Hidden Legacy
Portraits of rulers I’d never heard of watched me pass like they already knew how this ended.
Lady Seraphine drew back a tapestry heavy with dust, revealing a woman crowned in painted moonlight.
“Queen Selene,” she said. “The first Moon Queen.”
A symbol glowed faintly at the painted queen’s collarbone … not a crescent. A six-pointed star, the same shape burned into my own skin. My hand rose to my collar without my permission.
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Seraphine spoke like she was handing me something fragile.
Once every hundred years, she said, the Moon Goddess chose one woman to hold the balance between wolves, rogues, witches, and Lycans. The Moon Chosen. Each bore the star. Each awakened something no wolf ever h