The Rejected Luna's Dark Gift
They had no reason to believe me.
"Nola," Kieran said, his voice calm but firm. "Let her speak."
The silver-haired woman, Nola, sat back but her eyes never left me. Watching. Waiting for me to prove her right.
I took a breath and forced myself to meet Kieran's gaze. "My name is Dian Drake. I'm from Shadowcrest Pack." My voice came out steadier than I felt. "few days ago, I was exiled."
"Why?" another council member asked. An older man with kind eyes.