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Leo was grinning, batting at a stray droplet of water that had escaped a canteen, watching it wobble like a translucent jellyfish. But it was Luna who caught my breath. Her hair, as white as mine, fanned out around her head like a halo of silk. Her eyes weren't on the Earth, and they weren't on the cabin. She was staring fixedly at the Moon—the glowing, jagged crescent that loomed ahead of us like a curved ivory blade. "It’s calling," Luna whispered. Her voice had that hollow, rhythmic quality that usually preceded one of her prophecies. "The Great White Wolf isn't on the Moon, Mama. She is the Moon. And she’s angry that the metal-men are crawling on her skin."

But just as Luna was about to accept her fate, she felt a sudden surge of power within her. Her eyes glowed with a bright, golden light as she summoned all the energy within her. The hunters staggered back as they felt the force of her power, their guns falling from their hands. Luna stood up, her body glowing with a golden aura as she stared down at her enemies. "You dare come after me and my pack?" she hissed, her voice filled with anger. The hunters cowered before her, their eyes wide with fear as they realized the power that Luna possessed.

luna begins to hyperventilate because the memories are flooding back *Flash back* Cara types furiously on her phone, she hit sends on her gram story! Luna opens her phone to check her messages and she received 15 text messages some said " FUCKING WHORE" SHE SO UGLY SHE HAS TO FUCK A MAN TO GET TO THE TOP"as she reads the messages she sees "Carmen is typing" Luna texts Luz "Luz help me someone started a rumor did you it? Carmen is typing she saw it I am crying help me"

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.

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.

“They said humans were weak because we had limits.” “What kind of limits?” “Our bodies.” “Our minds.” “Our emotions.” She swallowed. “They wanted to remove all of them.” Adrian's expression hardened. “So they wanted to make people stronger.” “No.” Luna shook her head. “They wanted to make people perfect.” Lucas gave a nervous laugh. “Perfect sounds nice.” Luna looked at him. “It isn't.” Her voice was so serious that his smile disappeared. “Why?” “Because perfect people don't feel.” Elena's heart tightened.

She has a good heart and will be an amazing Luna. I hold her close as I fall asleep finally feeling my world is perfect now.

He’s all Alpha and you get exactly what you see with him. He sips his bourbon, watching me over the rim of his glass, while he waits me out. “She’s learning how to be a Luna,” I say, smiling as I think of my mate. “She’s struggling to find her way. It hasn’t been easy for her, but she’s getting there. The pack adores her,” I say shaking my head as I remember the other night.

The first lady whined, but Moira was too confident for her, she came to stand at my front, her hands gently placed on her dress as she gave them a challenging front. I leaned towards Moira and whispered, “who are they?” “They are the Luna's of this pack, their group is referred to as the congregation of Luna's and Alexa is their leader.” Moira pointed at the lady in the middle and I chewed on my lower lip, nodding my head as I took note of them. “Ohh, please pardon our manners my Luna,” Alexa began with a tiny chuckle. “We didn't mean to startle you, we were just so excited to walk into you.” She explained.

It was the night before the coronation. Cassia's desperate pleas did nothing to loosen the Alpha's grip on her. Only when Aiden let out a muffled groan did Cassia's hands, wrapped around his neck, fall limply to the pillow. "Alpha..." He chuckled softly, his lips once again beginning to roam her body. "Tomorrow, you'll have your own Luna," she purred, her voice like honeyed poison. "Will you forget about me then?"