I stepped into a dream carved from silver light, where the air crushed the breath from my chest. My knees shattered against a floor of glass flowers that cut into my flesh.
Then, she appeared, not just an ordinary woman, but a cold, glowing presence that felt like the moon had taken a human shape just to sneer at my mortality.
Selene, the Moon Goddess.
This time, she didn't radiate warmth but something more like a terrifying disgust.
“You look pathetic, Amani,” the tone vibrated through my bones rather than my ears.
I tried to stand, the glass slicing into my skin.
“I’m being bled dry. My mate is in another woman’s bed, and my wolf is in pain. What do you expect?”
“I expect the Luna I chose, not the victim you’ve become,” she snapped, her stare like frozen stars. “Stop showing them
