CHAPTER 8 THE HIDDEN HEIR
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I stared at my mother.
She looked exactly as I remembered from the dreams I had forgotten.
“You’re alive.”
She pulled me into her arms.
For the first time in eighteen years, I knew what my mother’s embrace felt like.
“Why did you leave me?”
“Because I wanted you to survive.”
“You could have taken me with you.”
“If I had, they would have found you.”
“The Council?”
She nodded.
I stepped away.
“Kael knew.”
“Yes.”
“Why?”
“Because I asked him to reject you.”
My heart broke all over again.
“You what?”
“I needed you to hate him.”
“Why?”
“Because love makes people vulnerable.”
I shook my head.
“You had no right.”
“I know.”
She touched my face.
“But I was trying to save my daughter.”
She led me into a hidden chamber.
A silver throne stood beneath the moonlight.
“This is yours.”
I shook my head.
“I’m not a queen.”
“You were born one.”
The Lunar Mark began glowing.
The throne responded.
A voice echoed through the chamber.
Daughter of the Moon.
I stepped forward.
Silver light surrounded me.
My wolf appeared beside me.
Lyra was no longer ordinary.
Her fur was silver.
Her eyes were white.
My mother whispered:
“Your father would be proud.”
I looked at the throne.
For years I had wondered why I never belonged anywhere.
Now I knew.
I hadn’t been missing a home.
My home had been stolen from me.
I placed my hand on the throne.
The entire mountain shook.
And somewhere far away, every Alpha in the Northern Territories felt it.
The Lunar Bloodline had awakened.
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