Brielle’s POV
The sun was still rising when I pulled on the slate-grey ceremonial wrap. It was heavier than I remembered: thick velvet lined in dark silver threads, the same color as the banners over Silvermoon’s western gate. I hadn’t worn it since the funeral pyres burned last spring. And even then, it didn’t feel like it fit.
It did now.
Because this wasn’t a costume anymore.
It wasn’t borrowed power or a borrowed name.
It was mine.
The Luna Ascension rite had been whispered about for weeks,mostly by elders who liked their tradition served with a side of drama. I’d delayed it, more than once. First because of the siege. Then the Bloodfang summit. Then Arthur’s trap.
But really?
I delayed it because I didn’t feel ready.
I felt like I’d earned the right to lead. But I hadn’t let
