Her Second Moon
“After that, she had no name, no pack. She clung to a rival Alpha as his mistress, hoping for shelter. But his Luna cast her out before the whole court. From there, she drifted like a shadow, unwelcome anywhere.”
I lowered my gaze.
“Karma always finds its way.”
The doorbell rang.
I opened it—and froze.
Killian stood there, older, steady, his eyes burning with disbelief.
“Clara,” he breathed. “You’re alive.”
I managed a nod. “I am.”
For a long moment, he only stared—then smiled, soft and shaken.
“I waited. Ten years, I waited. I thought the Moon had taken you forever.”
Behind me, his mother’s voice floated warmly.