Luna's Last Oath
“You’re fate.”
The word sliced through her like a blade. Fate. As if everything they’d built, every vow, every night spent side by side, was nothing compared to this cosmic accident.
Nicole stepped back, forcing air into her lungs, and turned away before she could hear another syllable.
The next day, the pack council convened in the great hall.
Sunlight poured through the high windows, catching in the silver embroidery of the banners that hung behind her chair—her chair as Luna.
She held her chin high as the elders debated patrol routes and border tensions, pretending not to notice Aria gliding into the room late, dressed in flowing white that made her look almost ethereal. She took the empt
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