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Since the other plans they had made were ruined, she had to come up with something else. She had to find other hybrids and join forces with them. The page she had opened had three words on it. 'Ask any questions.' Luna placed the book on the table and picked up a pen. She wrote her question on it. "Are there any other hybrids apart from me?" She read it out. The book flipped to another page, and her face went pale when she saw the answer. 'No. There are no hybrids apart from you, and what makes you think you are only a hybrid Altamunar?'

read the titles of the notebooks below the one she read, and they were all in ancient names. Since everything was written in a language she couldn't fully understand and highly confident that the brittle and delicate papers might crumble upon her every handling, she decided to skip them. She checked the bottles next. Luna grabbed a long-neck glass bottle and opened it. It smelled like roses despite the brown and murky color. She wondered what it was for. She closed the bottle again and returned it. The bottles were filled with different liquids. Wooden ones contained thick liquids, while the glass bottles contained discolored waters. All of which she was clueless of what they were for. She

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.

Unstoppable. Luna's court was forming. And the game was about to change.

But it also said circle… It could be the moon, but the moon had its phases. My eyes widened before I hastily held the book and answered, “Full moon.” Like earlier, it gave a glow again before the signs above vanished and were replaced by an exit sign. “Congratulations! Luna Morana won the first phase!” Finely’s announcement echoed over us, and I smiled in satisfaction. I never thought Luna's Game was this intense. “Don’t rejoice yet. You only got lucky.” Violet narrowed her eyes on me. “If I didn’t tell you about the call numbers, you wouldn’t have got anything!”

"I think it's 'NEKON'S.' map." "Nekon?" Luna leans to take a peak too. The more weird the tittle us, the better. That she had learned after years of been a devoted reader. "It's a supernatural novel of two worlds I planned out some months ago." "Supernatural novel." Her ears perked up at the information. It just had to be her favourite gerne. "Is it out yet?" "Huh–yes." "Can I get a link, or maybe a website I can get a hard copy." Her eyes brighten up like an adorable puppy. Infecting Salvador with a grin.

Bianca turned once, lifting her gaze to the stars, and smiled. The serpent song did not stir that night. Only the sea moved, calm and endless. Luna closed her eyes and whispered to the wind: “The world begins again.” At dawn, Luna stood alone in the same study where her mother once wrote her testament. The hidden alcove stood open, the manuscript Bound to the Blood King lying on the desk. As sunlight crept across the cover, a faint shimmer pulsed beneath the wax seal alive, waiting. Luna touched it and the ink bled faintly beneath her fingers, forming new words where Bianca’s last had ended:

Ariana asked. Lana nodded once. “She is.” Ariana walked straight to me and grabbed me. Her fingernails dug into my skin as she yanked my shirt upward and forced the hidden mark to glow under the moonlight streaming through the barred window. Her eyes widened with triumphant delight. “My mother, and Silas our King, they will be thrilled,” she whispered, almost breathless. “I finally caught the real Blood Moon heir. The true Luna of prophecy.” Her words fell like stones in my chest.

Olivia smacks her hand against the table. “Nonsense! You want to enthrone your bitch of suspicious origins as our Luna? Impossible! This weak ugly mutt, a pathetic, stupid excuse for a wolf. Shifting is an impossible task, a walking board exhibiting the empire's shame and disgrace. This thing here is not qualified to be Luna in a small pack, talk more of queen over the entire werewolves. Does she deserve it? She doesn't deserve a single cent of anything in this empire. I won't…”

"I live for them." Nyra's eyes shone in the moonlight. "Then let's make it interesting," she said. "Alpha to alpha." "Or Luna to Alpha, if you're feeling brave." Levi moved forward, but I touched his arm. "Let me." "Mabella—" he cautioned. But I was already walking. I could feel the energy shifting. Crescent Moon wolves stiffened up behind me. Seth tilted his head slightly next to Nyra. He wasn't smiling any more. "You want a fight?" I inquired, going into the center of the space between our two packs. "Let's make it official. One-on-one. No claws from your pack; no claws from mine." "You challenge me?" Nyra's voice was amusing, but her body was tense. She didn't underestimate me. Good. "I'm