The Resurrected Luna
I died on the night I was meant to become Luna. The moon hung high above the Silverpine Mountains, glowing like an omen. Our mating ceremony was meant to be grand—the....
I died on the night I was meant to become Luna. The moon hung high above the Silverpine Mountains, glowing like an omen. Our mating ceremony was meant to be grand—the union of the Alpha heir and his chosen Luna. The kind of event that silences rival packs and makes elders bow in pride. But instead of pledging myself beneath the moonlight, I stood alone before the entire pack—humiliated. Adrian Hale, my mate, my Alpha—the one my wolf had chosen long before my heart even understood—turned his back on me, leaving me to face the shame as he ran into the arms of my cunning sister. Later that night, when a rogue wolf cornered me near the river, I called for him. My wolf whimpered, sensing the danger, bleeding loyalty even with a shattered heart. I begged. I pleaded. But his voice cut through the bond like ice—sharp and merciless. “Die, Evelyn,” he said coldly. “It would be easier for everyone if you simply disappeared. Especially for Camille.” Camille. My sister. My blood. As my attacker’s claws tore into me and my strength began to fade, I looked up. The sky burst into silver and gold light—like fireworks. They weren’t for me. Not for the Luna who should have been crowned that night. They were for her. He was with Camille… while I bled alone.