Luna has spent her entire life trying to meet the impossible expectations of her adoptive family. 

Engaged to the man they chose for her, she believed that submitting to their will was the only way to truly belong. But everything shatters the moment she catches her fiancé in the arms of another woman—and worse, her family blames her for it.

Cast out with nowhere to go, Luna wanders aimlessly toward the mountain beyond her district, seeking solitude, a moment of clarity. But the deeper she ventures into the darkened forest, the more she realizes she is hopelessly lost. And she is not alone.

When the shadows stretch too long and the whispers of the wild grow too close, a massive wolf emerges from the darkness—powerful, untamed, with eyes that glow like molten silver. 

There is something about him, something primal and dangerous, something that tells Luna she should run.

But she doesn’t.

Because the beast saved her life. Because his voice, deep and rich, rumbles through the air when no wolf should be able to speak. And because, with a certainty that sends chills down her spine, he claims her as his mate.

But that’s impossible.

Luna is human.

Isn’t she?

Rhydian's voice shattered the suffocating silence.


I turned, my breath catching as I saw him standing at the edge of the abyss, his silver eyes burning like embers against the endless dark.


For a moment, something inside me stirred.


A flicker of recognition. A tether to who I was.


But then Morganna's presence surged through me again, her sorrow seeping into my bones, whispering truths that felt undeniable.


"You were never meant to be one of them."


The weight of it pressed against my chest, suffocating and absolute.


Rhydian took a step forward. "Luna, listen to me," he said, his voice steady, though I could hear the strain beneath it. "This isn't you."


I opened my mouth to respond, but no words came.


What if the Luna he loved had never truly existed?


What if I had always been meant for this—wrapped in sorrow, consumed by the darkness Morganna had left behind?


Seraphine's voice coiled around us like smoke. "You're wasting your breath, Rhydian," she said smoothly. "She's already accepted what she is."


She stepped closer, the fabric of her midnight gown rippling like the surface of black water. Her gaze flicked to Rhydian, assessing him. "But you," she mused, "you still have a choice."


Seraphine smiled. "Think about it. If you let her go—if you let me guide her—she'll survive this. She'll become more powerful than you could ever imagine. And you… You could have something even greater. I can give you power beyond anything the Lycans have ever known."


She extended a hand toward him, her expression serene.


"Join me, Rhydian. Together, we could rewrite the rules of this world."


I waited for a pause, for a flicker of hesitation.


His eyes locked onto mine, unwavering. "I don't care about power," he said, his voice rough with emotion. "I only care about her."


Rhydian took another step forward, his gaze never leaving mine. "Luna, listen to me. You are not Morganna. You are not Seraphine. And you are not what they say you are."


"You are Luna Sinclair," he said fiercely. "You are my mate. And I will fight for you, even when you won't fight for yourself."


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