The air in Silver Moon was already heavy with whispers in the training yard. Elizer's defiance hadn't gone unnoticed.
But the storm truly broke when she arrived.
Seraphina.
I felt her presence before I even saw her—the sharp clip of heels against stone, the soft, mocking laughter that always seemed to cut through the air like a blade.
When I stepped into the courtyard that morning, she was already there. Draped in silks of pale ivory, her hair gleaming like spun gold, she looked every inch the perfect Luna. My sister. My rival. My replacement.
And the way Lucien's eyes lingered on her... it sliced me open.
"Lucien." Her voice was honeyed, confident, full of familiarity. She leaned forward as he greeted her, brushing her hand against his arm as though it already belonged there.
I cam
