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If you have any questions or concerns, please do not hesitate to ask. Yours Truly, Greta.” Setting the note back down, I felt reality sink in. I was the luna of the house and a pack. How was I going to do this? What was even expected of me? I didn’t even know what the Luna even did. The Luna at Lunar Eclipse had made it perfectly clear to stay out of her sight and I had did my best to avoid her. To her I was repugnant, and she wanted nothing to do with me.

"She had promised me she would assist you when you needed it most. I looked away from Isaac, mulling over all the information that had come to light in the mere hour or so that had passed. Nothing made sense and everything was adding up. It seemed as if not much had changed. His soft chuckle pulled me out of my thoughts, drawing my attention back to his eyes, warm and soft. "And I thought life was exciting before. To think, I almost refused when the Moon Goddess offered me my lycan."

“Go on ahead. She’d probably be in the waiting room. She’s been expecting you for months now.” Lucian drove through the now opened gates making the drive round the water fountain in the centre of the large expanse of land and straight down the path to the left of the fountain, the only part of this abomination he visited. He had no choice but to. It was the only way he could be involved in their lives.

Inside was a flash drive, a handwritten note, and a photo of the two of us at our first launch party, champagne in hand, stupidly proud of our matching blazer dresses. The note read: "If you’re reading this, I either screwed up or got in the way. Either way, use this. Take the bastard down. – L" My throat burned. The flash drive wasn’t encrypted, just hidden. Classic Lucia. Sometimes the best lock is the one no one thinks to check. I loaded it up and immediately the screen bloomed with folders. Audio files. Screenshots. And one video marked: DO NOT WATCH UNLESS YOU’RE READY. So I watched it.

Two fluffy silver fox ears sprouted atop his head like mischievous antennae of divine gossip. “Oh no no no—!” he gasped, quickly slapping a leaf on his head with practiced panic. The leaf shimmered once, and the ears vanished. He looked around, cheeks puffed in embarrassment. Good. No witnesses. Not even that creepy vending machine ghost. Yin coughed, smoothing down his hair with faux dignity. “Anyway, yes. She’s definitely the one. Nexus’s whole ‘the land shall choose the spirit-bearing flame born in rust’ nonsense? Yeah. Selena literally works in Vermillion Cyberspace. Couldn’t get more prophetic if it slapped us.”

"I feel more and more strange about the situation that is now created between me, Josiah, and Emrys. I don't understand what's wrong at all. And those two aren't even saying anything to clarify things." Lucia exhaled slowly and immediately raised her right palm to gently massage her forehead which was still feeling very dizzy now. Lucia turned her body around and stepped closer to the refrigerator, taking a bottle of cold drink from there. After that, Lucia carried the water bottle to her room. She locked the door and placed the bottle on the table next to the bed. Lucia's mind drifted and thought about everything that had recently happened in The Bloodlust Moon Pack without her realizing it

“Sisters tell each other the things no one else believes.” I think of Leah’s dreams. Of knowing Livia before Rome. Of information bleeding sideways through time and intimacy. “Did Lucia work with Aurelia?” I ask, the name tasting bitter. The woman’s eyes sharpen instantly. “You know that word,” she says. “Yes.” Her gaze holds mine. “Then you know enough to be dangerous.” “I know enough to be lied to,” I say. She considers that. Then nods. “Lucia was not officially employed by anyone,” she says. “She was a student. Brilliant. Curious. Curious enough to be useful.”

“Very. Very useful.” Lucia felt the trap close around her. She trembled. She hated it. Hated Nyla. Hated Draco for not stepping in. Hated herself most of all for giving Nyla the ammunition to use against her. But she forced herself to straighten. Forced her trembling legs to obey. Forced her pride down her throat. “What…do you want from me?” Lucia whispered. Nyla’s smile widened. “Oh, I’ll let you know soon enough,” she said calmly. “For now? Show your filthy self out and stay the fuck out of my way.”

"But I did it for my son, Lorenzo. He deserves a mother that can protect him." "Lorenzo..." Lucian trailed off again, his brow furrowing. "I know you care for him a lot. He is lucky to have you." "Luckier than anything; he is my everything," I said firmly. "But, Lucian, you need to understand one thing: do not trust Sarah. She is not who you think she is." "She is my Luna," he said, his eyes wrestling with confusion and loyalty. "You don't understand the bond we share. She has always stood by me."

Me: I love you so much Lucian: I love you more goodnight