The next morning, as soon as Jay stepped out of my room, I rushed to take a bath, letting the warm water wash away any remnants of my past hesitation. I dried off quickly and went straight to my closet. Today was different. Today, I would reclaim what had always been mine. It was time to join the training.
I shoved aside the soft, delicate dresses Jay liked me to wear and reached for the boldest, most commanding outfit I owned. It was a warrior set crafted specifically for a Luna - sleek, formidable, and designed for battle. The dark fabric, a mix of reinforced leather and lightweight armor plating, was etched with intricate patterns of gold and silver, symbols of power and dominance. The outfit hugged my body in all the right places, not to accentuate beauty but to embody strength. It ma
