Too Skinny To Be Luna
My pulse is still hammering, my body still weak, and none of what she's saying makes sense to me, but I don't dare interrupt her.
She looks past me, back to Draven, and when she speaks again, every word lands like a struck bell across the sacred grounds.
"Alpha."
He stiffens.
"You didn't reject an ordinary mate."
The silence stretches, thin and taut, the entire pack leaning in without moving an inch.
"You rejected the next True Luna."