Stripped Of My Luna Title
1288 Words
The guards did not wait for permission this time. They moved in fully, closing the space around me until I could barely feel the air around my own body. Everything felt tight, controlled, final. I was still standing where they left me, frozen between humiliation and disbelief, but now something worse was beginning. Completion.
Killian stepped forward again, not toward me, but into the center of authority as if the world itself obeyed his position alone. The pack shifted instantly. Silence deepened. Even the elders straightened like they had been waiting for this exact moment.
My chest tightened. I already knew. But knowing did not make it easier.
Killian’s voice cut through the silence, steady and absolute. “From this moment forward, Valerie is no longer recognized as Luna of the Silver Moon Pack.”
The words landed cleanly. Official. Final. No emotion. No hesitation. Just decision.
A ripple moved through the pack, but it wasn’t shock. It was acceptance. Like they had already agreed before it was spoken.
My fingers trembled slightly at my sides. This was not rejection anymore. This was removal.
Killian continued without looking at me. “The position of Luna is hereby transferred.”
My breath caught.
Mia stepped forward immediately. Slow. Calm. Certain. Like she had been waiting in silence for her name to be called into existence.
The pack shifted toward her without resistance. Not because they were told to. Because they already believed it.
Killian turned slightly toward her. “Mia will stand as Luna of this pack.”
The words settled like a crown being placed without ceremony.
Mia lowered her head. “I accept,” she said softly. No fear. No doubt. Only certainty.
Killian placed a hand briefly on her shoulder. A silent confirmation. The transfer was complete.
Something inside me cracked silently. Not loudly. Not visibly. But completely.
A guard stepped forward holding the Luna insignia. My insignia.
My breath stopped.
I took a small step forward instinctively. “No,” I whispered before I could stop it.
The guard paused.
Killian did not. “Remove it,” he said.
The guard moved.
My hand shot forward and grabbed his wrist. “I earned that,” I said quickly, my voice shaking. “You can’t just take it like I never existed.”
For a moment, everything froze.
Then the guard gently removed my hand. Not harsh. Final.
And the insignia was pulled from my chest.
The moment it left me, something inside me collapsed in silence. Like a part of my identity had been erased in real time.
I forced myself to remain standing. Because I refused to fall in front of them.
Behind Killian, Mia stood calm, watching without emotion. Already stepping into what had just been taken from me.
The pack began to shift again. Whispers rising. “New Luna…” “Mia…” “It’s decided…”
Each word replaced me further.
My throat tightened painfully.
My eyes moved without permission.
Searching.
And then I saw my father.
For a second, I held my breath, hoping for even the smallest acknowledgment. But when my gaze reached him, he turned away. Slowly. Deliberately. Like I was something he could not afford to see anymore.
That avoidance broke something deeper than anything else.
Because it meant I was no longer just rejected. I was erased even from family.
My chest tightened, but I forced myself to breathe.
Killian’s voice came again, final and detached. “The ceremony is concluded.”
The pack moved instantly, energy shifting as if everything had already ended for them.
The guards tightened around me. Not dragging. Not forcing. Just guiding. Away.
I took one step back. Then another. My feet moved even though everything inside me resisted.
Voices followed behind me. Not pity. Not confusion. Acceptance. “New Luna…” “Mia…”
Each step away from the center felt heavier than the last.
And as I was guided out of the space I once belonged to, one truth settled into me with unbearable clarity.
I had been replaced. And they had already moved on without me.
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