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“You’re different than other mates. The bond you have… it’s not goddess-made. It’s choice-made. That’s why it survived rejection. That’s why he fears you.” She moved to the window. “Three nights from now, Valen will take you to the Blood Altar. He’ll try to awaken your Blood Moon power fully. If you let him, you’ll never be just Luna again. You’ll be his weapon.” “How do we stop it?” Luna asked. Nyra smiled. Sad. “You don’t. You become more. You awaken both sides on your terms. Not his.” She opened the window. Cold air rushed in. “Meet me at the old ruins. Midnight. I’ll show you how Elena escaped the first time.”

A gasp tore from her. The entity’s warning echoed faintly. Your paths may cross. But not without cost. Tears blurred her vision. “I’m sorry,” she whispered, though she knew he could not hear. She forced herself to turn away. The worlds needed her. And if she lingered too long, she might unravel completely. On the fifth night, the sky finally shuddered. Lucien stood at the border of Nightfall, watching the horizon, when a tremor rippled through the stars. A faint silver glow bloomed where the moon should be.

And something ancient is beginning to turn beneath the snow. A ripple passes through the wards of the Nightfall Range. A whisper, almost too faint to notice. A stirring of old power that should have stayed asleep. By dawn… the balance of this land will shift. By dawn… a girl no one ever looked at twice will stand on the edge of destiny. By dawn…..the Shadow Luna will take her first breath. ___________________ Emara Dell POV Moon Rite Amphitheater The Moon Rite amphitheater always made me feel like a speck of dust.

The black lingerie that was originally in the closet, I took after cleaning the body in the bathroom. The smell of soap residue so thick, a mixture of sandalwood and rose flowers so attached. Both my eyes looked at the lingerie in front of me; then I decided to wear it exactly at 21:00. I don't intend to leave the room after this anyway because the day has been full of activities, and tonight, I intend to go to bed early. Yes, all the lingerie fit me well. But the black color looks better and makes my skin look even fairer. I quickly put on the thigh-length outfit.

After we ate, we went back to the living room to watch another movie. At around 7 pm, Andrew told me to go and get ready. We had to walk for about 20 minutes to reach the shifting site in the forest. It is a small clearing in the middle of the forest where all wolves go for their first shift. It is special because it is the only place in the forest where the moon can shine on you completely. Our forest is so thick that moon can barely shine through the trees. The clearing is the only place it shines freely. I put on my white dress, chosen especially for this night. It is tradition to wear white on the night of our first shift. I put on my shoes and went back downstairs.

I should tell him what he said to me in NYC. "Mate, remember when I had accused you of when we were at NYC?" "Yeah?" Maybe tomorrow is better to tell him. "N-nothing. " "You sure?" "Yeah. Good night." "Good night. I love you." "I love you too." And we both fell asleep on each other's arms. Tomorrow shall be the first day I'm Luna. . . . . . I fell on my back. "Well well well. Look who we have here. A runaway cat." I kept my eyes shut. Unwilling to see the horrible reality awaiting me when I open my eyes.

Kelvin was about to ask a question when his Mother, the Luna came out from the blues and quickly scooped him into her hands. “On this note, have a good night's rest” She placed a kiss on his forehead and was about to carry him in. Kelvin's father smiled as he knew what would happen next. It was the usual routine every night. “But mother…I am not sleepy” Kelvin protested, with a frown etched to his face. “You have to go to bed now, sleepy or not. Tomorrow is a long day” The Luna faked a frown and held on tight to him despite his wrestles and struggles and walked quickly into the Royal Home. At a point, he gave up.

North and I walked behind her until we reached a large group of women standing near a wooden fence. "These are the women who will be participating in the Luna Trials," Serena announced loudly. She pointed her hand at the group. I stopped walking and looked at them. I realized quickly that there were about twenty women standing there. They were all tall, highly muscular, and covered in light dirt from their morning exercises. Some of them had visible scars on their arms and faces. They looked extremely capable and dangerous. I felt very confused. I looked at the twenty women, and then I looked up at North. Did these women not have their own fated mates? Did they not want to find their own tru

Damon still stood there, watching, waiting to see if Elena could fight her way out of it or eventually prove him wrong about her. Nyla lifted her prey high, her muscles rippling as if feeling her evil intentions. She turned slowly and deliberately toward the stone altar at the heart of the sacred circle… the ancient slab marked with runes that were glowing in the moonlight. “Unfit to be Luna,” Nyla snarled in anger. “Unfit to stand among the wolves of this pack. Let the altar be that judge of her.” And with a savage motion, Nyla threw the helpless Elena towards the altar.

The pack gathered, whispers like wind before a storm. Steel clashed with claws. Pain met fire. But Saelaith refused to fall. And as Lira’s eyes widened, she knew this Luna was no longer the rejected girl The cold wind carried memories I tried to bury. I closed my eyes and saw my old pack, my family. Faces I loved, faces that betrayed me. The night I was marked a failure. The moment everything shattered. But those ghosts fueled a fire inside me. I wasn’t their Luna anymore, I was my own. Vaeron stood alone in the moonlit hall. His hands trembled, a rare crack in his armor.