Swinging my coat over my shoulders, I took a slow, measured breath.
I needed to lower my ego.
Not because I wanted to—no, that was beneath me.
But because trust needed to be built first.
If I wanted this pathetic excuse for a Luna to fall into place, I had to play my role perfectly. Appear composed. Patient. Like the true Luna I am.
My eyes drifted to the dress hanging beside my door—a light blue masterpiece, soft and elegant, flowing around the hips down to just above the knees. The sleeves were long and puffy, a delicate touch of innocence.
Ah.
Even my mother knew what I needed to do.
She always did.
A slow smile curled my lips as I embraced the familiar shift within me—the change.
Just as the moon goes through its phases, so does my body.
With every transformation, I feel str
