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Sera said. Dessa looked at her over the rim of her cup. "Honestly?" "Yes." "Half of them are afraid. A quarter of them are angry. The rest are watching to see which way it goes." She set down her cup. "Nobody knows what to do with a Tattooed Luna. The last one was three hundred years ago. It's not exactly in the current handbook." "Tattooed Luna," Sera said. "Is that not what they've been calling you?" "Nobody's been calling me anything to my face."

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“Heard information about a Luna lurking in the woods alone and thought to come take a look.’ I stiffened, memories of that day replaying in my head. “I’m not Luna anymore.” His gaze flickered to my wrists, where the faint burns from the silver still showed. As a werewolf, a mark is left as an identification for those banished or exiled. He nodded in understanding, “Ah. Banished." He tilted his head. “What’s the crime?” I didn’t answer. Not like I owe him anything. He chuckled. “Fair enough. My name’s Riven.”

Jackson mind-linked to me. “I love you too,” I replied, wiping away my tears. We were ready for the second part of the ceremony. Elder Johanna was leading the ritual. She approached us, placed her hand over our joined hands, prayed to Selene, and nodded to Jackson. “I, Jackson, Alpha of the Silver Moon pack, declare you, my mate Loreen Liira of the Silver Moon pack, our Luna—the Luna who will stand beside me to lead and protect our pack,” Jackson proclaimed. “I, Loreen Liira, born of the Lunar Eclipse pack and now a member of the Silver Moon pack, accept the title of Luna to Alpha Jackson and to our Silver Moon pack,” I said, locking eyes with him.

Lo and behold, the face Leila sees is the face of the man at the summit and as he raises his hand to extract his claws, the tattoo of the viper is there. “Goodbye Luna,” he whispers, aiming his claws at her throat to rip it out.

It all seemed to mock my weakness. My mind replayed the altercation relentlessly. I saw Rykor's eyes, how they flickered with a mix of shock and something else, something I dared not name. His pack’s faces, previously bright with warmth, turned mute with disillusionment. Blood pounded in my ears as I curled onto the floor, my body racked with silent sobs. Anyone or anything I touched died. The marks on my skin stood as a grotesque testament to my cursed existence—a tattooed ledger of my sins. Could I ever escape the sense of dread, or would I forever be the Luna of Death, feared and isolated?

she muttered, placing the picture on the table. "It was on the hand of yesterday's dead body that was found in the Nagosia forest," Altan said, glancing at the picture and placing the coffee mug in front of her. "How did you see this tattoo so easily in the picture?" Emily looked at Altan in surprise. He just smiled at her question. "How can you say so confidently?" Esen asked Altan. "Because, I believe, I did. Yes, it was hidden in her wounds but she had the same tattoo," he replied, confidently.

Luna's face transformed with such pure joy that my heart ached. "She made a noise. Did you hear? She's so perfect." Luna looked up at me, tears streaming down her face. "Mama, she's so perfect and tiny, and I love her already." I took a picture with my phone, capturing Luna holding newborn Alice, both their faces showing the vulnerability of new life and fierce love. A moment of pure hope in the middle of preparing for war. That night, Luna finished the blanket. She worked until dawn, stitching protection wards with shaking fingers, whispering prayers to the Moon Goddess over each symbol. When she finally collapsed from exhaustion, the blanket glowed faintly with magic.

“How’s the masterpiece coming?” “It’s not a master-something,” Luna said without looking up. “It’s a family.” Rhea’s throat tightened. “Oh yeah?” she asked. “Who’s who?” Luna tapped each scribble in turn. “That’s you,” she said. “’Cause the hair is big. That’s Mama. ’Cause she holds the knife.” “Comforting,” Marcus muttered. “And that’s the big wolf,” Luna finished. “He’s grumpy. See his eyebrows?” The scribbled eyebrows were, indeed, aggressive.

That I would surrender. But I hadn’t. Not yet. I smiled again — this time with my teeth. A smile full of fury. Of fire. A quiet war behind the curve of my lips. They think I’m theirs. They think I’m tamed. But they don’t know what I’m carrying. Not just a child… But a promise. A storm. A memory they can’t erase. A Luna that still belongs to her true Alpha. Even if he’s gone. Even if the world thinks otherwise.