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I do not return to the same den I slept in last night. Instead, I follow Impala to his den. My new home. With my new mate. It is a mess inside. "Impala," I say. "You're untidy." He chuckles. "That is why I need a mate." "If you think I am tidying up after you, you are sorely mistaken. Lunas do not tidy." "You're not a luna anymore," he reminds me.

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"

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."

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.

A plump of flesh formed underneath her eyes as she grinned at me, I let her caress it and somehow it calmed my roving nerves. Moments ago, I was mad at Calyx for standing me up but now I can't even contain my excitement, Calyx is going to be crowned as the alpha of the Silver moon pack and he will make me his Luna. The news echoed in my head; I, a regular wolf, would be Luna. My joy knew no bounds; I was the happiest woman on Earth right now. It still sounds like a fairytale to me, of course I knew this was bound to happen one day but I never thought it would happen this soon.

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?"

Because my jealousy endangered his childhood sweetheart, my Alpha mate, Victor, took our son's advice. He sent me to the pack witch to have my memories erased.​ A long winter later, he woke me with the antidote.​ In the eyes of the pack, I became the perfect Luna.​ I organized the pack's winter stores flawlessly. I cataloged every last berry and pound of meat without breaking a sweat. I could even smile while delivering a blanket to Clara, Victor's precious sweetheart.​