Heather’s POV
I sit on the soft bed, gazing around the luxurious room. The antique furniture, the opulent bed, the elegant drapes, plush carpets, and the fireplace in the bedroom—it all feels surreal. I slip into soft slippers and walk around, exploring the space. A bookshelf catches my eye, and in the corner, a cozy writing desk. This all feels so unreal. Opening the wardrobe, I find clothes that fit me perfectly, along with shoes, bags, makeup, and hairstyling tools. Everything I could ever need is here, waiting for me.
A knock at the door. “Luna, are you awake?”
“Yes, come in,” I murmur, still feeling odd at being called “Luna.” A maid in a uniform steps in.
“Luna, you need to get dressed for the meeting with the pack elders,” she says softly, lowering her head.
“I don’t even know
