Luna Everleigh's POV
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Rhydian was staring at me like I was a stranger.
And in a way, maybe I was.
The golden glow in my eyes hadn't faded. My breath came in short gasps as the echoes of my past—Selene's past—clawed at my mind.
I wasn't just Luna anymore.
I was both.
My fingers curled into the fabric of Rhydian's shirt, grounding myself in the present. "I—I don't understand," I whispered, my voice trembling. "Why do I remember things that aren't mine?"
Rhydian cupped my face, his touch burning with quiet desperation. "Because they are yours," he said. "You're remembering who you were."
A sharp laugh cut through the air.
Morganna.
She stood atop the ruins, her silver cloak billowing around her like the wings of a specter. "This is fascinating," she mused, tilting her head as she studied me. "You're waking up faster than I expected."
Rhydian stepped in front of me instinctively, his entire body coiled like a wolf ready to strike. "Stay the hell away from her."
Morganna sighed. "Oh, Rhydian. Always so protective." Her eyes gleamed like a predator's. "But you're forgetting something crucial—she doesn't belong to you."
My pulse spiked.
Morganna smiled at me, slow and knowing. "You are Selene reborn," she said, voice thick with satisfaction. "And that means you are the key to the Moonlit Relic."
A cold dread settled in my stomach. "What do you want?"
She took a single step forward, her power crackling in the air. "I want to own you, my dear."
Rhydian snarled, shadows curling around his hands. "Over my dead body."
Morganna smirked. "That can be arranged."
Before anyone could move, a deafening explosion rocked the ruins.
The Silver Fang Society had arrived.
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To be continued...