Sukuna Megumi Icon Novels & Stories

“The Luna also said you’re to come to her chambers after midday meal. She didn’t say why. Only that she’ll send for you.” My stomach clenched around the pastry I’d just finished. “Am I in trouble?” Mira huffed a quiet breath - not quite a laugh. "If the Luna wanted you punished, she wouldn’t send me with a robe.” I let out a shaky breath I hadn’t realised I was holding. She moved toward the door, pausing with her hand on the frame. “One more thing.” Her voice softened. “Whatever happens… don’t look the Alpha in the eyes today. Not even by accident.”

Susan said smiling. What is wrong with her? She acting very different and evil, is she also plotting to get Olivia out of the way I was always right about my instinct, Susan is also pretending but In Love with Devon.

"Close your eyes, Dad." I obeyed, closing my eyes and waiting in anticipation. Moments later, I felt her delicate hand slip something around my neck. It was a pendant, cool against my skin. "You can open your eyes now," she said. I opened my eyes to find a beautiful silver pendant hanging from a chain around my neck. It was intricately carved with a crescent moon and a radiant sun, intertwined in perfect harmony. It was a symbol of the moon goddess's blessings and the unity of our family.

I couldn’t quite believe how lucky I had gotten. She was relatively short compared to most of our kind, and she was slim build. This in itself was unusual. Werewolves, even the she-wolves, tended to at least have some muscle mass visible under the skin. But Sienna, she barely had any. That wasn’t to say she wasn’t in good form. I could tell by her legs that she was a runner, it was more general strength that she was missing. The type of strength required to defend yourself from an attacking predator.

"I was not born in this Pack. I was brought here as a child, without wolf, without family. For years, I believed I had none. But that is no longer the truth." Behind me, Emma activated the projection. The screen lit up with a high-resolution scan of the Mooncut symbol, its ridges metallic and worn, edges catching the light like a weapon dulled from time. Then Serena’s portrait appeared, formal but unpolished. She wore a dark blouse and carried a medical bag in one hand. Her eyes were steady, her mouth unsmiling but not cold.