Luna Everleigh's POV
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The Silver Fang Society retreated just before dawn.
It wasn't a surrender. It was something else. A pause. A calculated step backward as if they had found what they were looking for. And I had the sinking feeling that I was what they had been seeking all along.
Back inside the castle, Nalia wasted no time.
She placed both hands on my shoulders, her grip firm as she studied my face with an expression so grave that it sent shivers down my spine.
"Tell me exactly what you felt before the blast," she demanded.
I swallowed. "I… I don't know. It was like—I was trapped inside my own body. My heart was racing, and then everything slowed down. I felt something rise up, like a wave, and then… it just exploded."
Nalia let out a slow breath, her dark eyes flickering with unease. "This power—this energy—it's not something that should exist in a human body."
"I'm not human," I whispered, my voice hollow.
She hesitated before nodding. "No, you're not. But you're not just a werewolf either."
The words felt heavy, suffocating. As if they carried a weight of a past I had never known but had always been a part of me.
Before I could ask more, the scent of something familiar—something dangerous—drifted through the air.
Damian.
I turned, and there he was, standing in the dimly lit corridor just beyond the door. His face was shadowed, but his blue eyes gleamed with something close to satisfaction.
"You're starting to remember, aren't you?" he murmured.
My blood turned to ice. "What are you talking about?"
Damian stepped closer, his voice dropping to a whisper.
"You're not just anyone, Luna. You're her."
A slow, creeping dread curled around my ribs.
"Who?" I asked, though I wasn't sure I wanted the answer.
Damian smiled, but there was no warmth in it.
"The lost heir of the Moon's Bloodline."
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(To be continued…)