Luna
The morning sun hadn't yet reached its peak when Kyla burst into the healing ward, her face flushed with news I wasn't sure I wanted to hear.
"She's here again," she announced without preamble, closing the door behind her. "Third time this week."
I didn't need to ask who 'she' was. "Dalia?"
"Who else?" Kyla rolled her eyes. "You should see her, Luna. Following him around like a lost puppy, talking about ceremony preparations non-stop."
My hands trembled slightly as I sorted herbs, but I kept my voice steady. "She has every right. The council chose her as his mate."
False mate, Moon growled inside me. Not true choice.
"But you're his real mate!" Kyla protested. "And carrying his pup! How can she just—"
"Kyla," I cut her off gently. "We both know it's not that simple."
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