Elara
The morning sun peeked through the thin white curtains, painting golden lines across the wooden floor of my room. Birds chirped outside—soft and distant—but my mind wasn’t at peace. I sat near the window, hugging my knees to my chest, staring at the wildflowers in the garden below. They looked free. Unlike me.
I was trapped in a body that wasn’t mine—Seraphina’s. And yet, to everyone here in Silvermoon, I was her. The perfect, kind, gentle daughter of Alpha Dorian and Luna Liora. They treated me with warmth, care, and love. They truly believed I had memory loss.
Maybe I did lose something—my old life.
But not my mind.
And certainly not my instincts.
Especially when it came to her—Isabella.
She’d been staying in the Silvermoon packhouse for days now. Walking around like a queen
