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The curtains were drawn, allowing only thin strips of moonlight to spill across the bed, painting everything in soft silver. His fingers traced invisible patterns along my bare arm, slow and deliberate, as though he never wanted the moment to end. “Stay with me,” he murmured, his voice low and warm. “You don’t need anything else, Aria. Not your pack, not the throne. Just me.” I smiled, tilting my head to look at him. Damon had a way of speaking that made everything sound certain like the future was already written, and all I had to do was step into it.

I decided that the best way to know more about the candidates is not to just spend a day with them but go spend a week with each and every one of them until I find the perfect luna. The definition of a perfect luna for me is Isla but I should be able to find someone like her or someone better than her, cause whether I like it or not, I need a luna and Elara needs a mother figure in her life. Sometimes, I wonder if the definition of my perfect luna was wrong cause if it was right, why did she leave me and Elara? Or was I just not enough for her? Was there a way to show her that I love her that I didn’t do?

His father tried to reason. As they spoke, his mother walked into his office. His mother, the luna of the pack, Caua Wolf was a woman in her early fourties. She was only a little over five foot which made her very short compared to her husband and son. She had long brown hair and brown eyes that shone whenever she spoke. She also had very soft features. She was a caring mother and a kind luna. All the people of the pack love her for her good heart, and Rodriguez loved his mom more than anyone else.

I couldn’t blame him. And then it happened. Kane stepped forward and laid the ancient book on the table. The legendary Luna,written in moonstone ink and consist of the four powers. Only a true Luna could open the book and view the readings. Sophia touched the book and opened it. She wasn't thrown back with force from the book,she read every details in it. No burn. No rejection. No resistance. Just silence. The room shifted. They all sat upright, as if waking from a trance. Regret painted their faces,ugly, slow, and too late. I saw it in the way their eyes flicked toward her empty seat, the very one they once said she didn’t deserve.

“Actually, I already told Ethan what I wanted. I want to have a beach luna ceremony. Like literally on the water. Nothing too crazy for decorations but maybe a little wooden frame with white fabric and flowers. Everyone barefooted with flowy dresses.” “Oh! I love that! I think we already have everything we will need for that.” Callie’s eyes lit up with excitement. “Nothing too crazy. Some music and maybe a fire. Sunset would be perfect background.” “Most importantly, that is still in our territory and we can have all the protection needed.” Callie sat the blow dryer down and picked up the curler. I never even saw her plug it in. “Luna, Vincent is here.” I got a mind-link from someone I assum

The worn pages calmed me, the faded ink carrying me into another world. It was a book about wolves’ history. Stories of ancient packs, battles fought under blood moons, legends of the Moon Goddess blessing chosen ones. I loved reading it, even if nobody knew I could read. They never let me go to school, but I had taught myself in secret. The book was my hidden treasure. Through it, I learned things nobody thought I should know. That the Wolf’s Crest had once chosen the strongest Lunas. That the Moon Feast was more than just food and dancing it was power, hidden under rituals. And sometimes, I wondered… if the Moon still watched us, still cared.

“You’re deceptive.” Luna smiled. She looked up and shot a small smile at Joshua. “Don’t worry, Mr. Lynch, I won’t make any excessive demands. You definitely would be able to achieve them, and they won’t affect you too much, too.” Joshua calmly looked at her. “Tell me.” Luna took a deep breath. She secretly clenched her fists tightly. “I want to see Aura Gibson.” Joshua furrowed his brows. “Why do you want to see her?”

I made my way to her, sitting next to her, facing her side-on. “You will have everything, Luna, when you will find the right person. And Adams was not the right mate for you. No one is perfect, Luna. For example, we can see that the moon is full of imperfections but it’s still beautiful and a pleasure to watch. It has beauty and elegance without reason. Like the moon, we should be calm and reflect beauty despite being imperfect in appearance. We should shine in the darkness of life and give way to the path of light.” “Wow! What were you in school? A philosopher or nerd?”, She asked with a serious expression and then started laughing.

Something within me broke a little. Not in a cruel fashion. In a healing one. I took a deep breath and smiled through the pain in my chest. "Thank you," I whispered. "That means more than you know." The curly-haired one leaned in. "Is it frightening? Being Luna?" "Yes," I said. "But not because of the title. It's frightening because people expect you to be perfect. To have all the answers. To never fall down. But the thing is… even Lunas cry. Even Lunas get exhausted. And that's okay."