Violets and Ash
There were notes of sandalwood and tobacco, mixed with leather and a wispy note of something sweet.
My hand was on the handle, seconds away from turning it.
It hit me just then, the realization that in a perfect world, I was destined to become Luna. No matter how hard I tried, I just couldn’t picture it. The scarred, shunned little girl an actual Luna, standing tall and proud as she addressed her people, her powerful mate at her side. It was a dream—an absolute dream I never would’ve thought possible for myself, and some part of me was furious at Hael for ruining it.
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