The Luna's Deception
My skin—the skin that had been bruised by Alexei’s betrayal and scarred by the Council’s lash—was beginning to crack.
Large, grey flakes of my old self began to peel away. They fell to the frozen floor like dead leaves, turning to dust before they even hit the ground. I did not scream. I felt lighter with every piece of the past that fell away.
Beneath the old skin, my new body was shimmering. It was smooth, seamless, and looked like a diamond mixed with moonlight. It was harder than any steel, yet it felt as natural as my own breath. I was no longer a girl of flesh and bone. I was a living weapon of silver.