Dylan’s POV.
The feelings had always been present since the first day I had arrived in the castle. Carlos’ warnings anytime he found me hovering around the Luna. He aimed his antics at keeping me away from my stepmother, turning away from her like I was a scourge while scolding me.
I sighed as I crossed my hands under my head, using them as pillows while I stared at the roof of my room. Very little sleep I had achieved since I dropped in my bed after the talk with Muna. She looked perplexed than us both.
Her words had gotten to me as she hinted that she never bore our father a child to be linked to our pack. Only her position gave her a place and losing that position was almost the same as she becoming a stranger.
The morning sun’s rays stretch across the sky, lazily threatening to tur
