The Rise of a Forsaken Luna
Instead, she colluded with the enemy, disgraced me before my pack, and left me.
A soft knock at the door broke my spiral. Dahlia stepped in, her silk robes flowing behind her like a majestic shadow. She looked over at my bed, where I had laid Celeste, a sheer reminder and replica of Seraphina.
“She’s still asleep,” Dahlia whispered, walking toward me. Her scent of jasmine filled the room.
Sickly sweet as always.
She reached out, her cool fingers brushing my tensed shoulder. “Rexton, love. You mustn’t torture yourself. Ethan said they were Lycans…”