Elena
Upon walking away and making sure that I was already far enough from them, I finally stopped. My palm pressed against my face, fingers dragging slowly down my skin as if trying to wipe away the heat still burning there.
How did I even manage to say those things?
Is that even how a proper Luna would act?
My heart was still racing, but it wasn’t the same fragile trembling from earlier. It was wild. Unsteady. Almost unfamiliar. I had never spoken to him like that before. Never dared to confront him so directly.
For years, I had swallowed everything and never dared to talk back to him—even when accused, even when in pain, and even watching him getting close to Hydra.
Because I was thought to be gentle, kind, devoted, and an obedient kind of Luna—it had been engraved d
