Chapter 31 Anika
last twenty-four hours have passed in a blur—fast, chaotic, and yet somehow suspended in time. Now, I sit quietly in Luna Olivia’s private room, the warm scent of lavender and cedarwood curling around me like a comforting embrace. My fingers tremble slightly as I smooth down the intricate fabric of the dress I now wear—her dress. It once belonged to Olivia, worn the night she became Luna of this very pack, and now she has passed it on to me. A blessing. A symbol of trust. A silent vow between women. The gown is unlike anything I’ve ever worn. Hand-crocheted, floor-length, woven from fine silk and adorned with delicate diamonds scattered across the bodice like a constellation of stars. It hugs my body with reverence, soft and ethereal, and I can feel the power it carries—not just from it
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