To Kill a Luna
No will.
Only heartbreak.
I see Lucian raise the gun. Cold steel gleams under the full moon. My breath catches, frozen.
“For the crime of attempting to kill the Luna, you, Nara Starlit, of the Starlit pack…” His voice is flat, dead of emotion. “…are condemned to death.”
The crowd watches, silent and hungry, eyes gleaming with righteous fire. No one speaks for me. No one defends me.
I was never one of them.
Not truly. Not golden-haired. Not chosen.
Bab Populer