Alpha Noah
“I was born to be Luna. Me. Not some weak little girl who stumbled into fate’s lap. I’ve trained. I’ve bled. I’ve waited.”
She leaned in, nose inches from the glass, voice now calm.
“I’ll wear that crown. One way or the other.”
A slow, knowing smile curved her lips.
“Let the pack watch. Let them doubt me.”
She turned away from the mirror.
“They’ll call me Luna,” she said as she unlocked the door and stepped into the hall.
“Even if I have to burn this pack to the ground to make it happen.”
*****
“So,” Noah said, setting his mug down with a clink, “favorite movie.”
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