Selene P O V
Cleaning my son’s room—and the one his human had abandoned—felt beneath me, like the task of a mere maid. And yet, I forced myself to do it.
Because if I didn’t, he would throw a fit.
My own son.
The thought made my stomach churn, my hands tightening around the fabric of the sheets I was stripping from the bed. How had it come to this? How had I—a Luna, a woman who had spent her entire life in control—ended up feeling so powerless in my own home?
And why, every single time I was near him, did I feel so… small?
Uneasy. Afraid.
Like a child about to be reprimanded, standing before her father’s raised hand, waiting for the punishment to come.
But this fear didn’t belong to my father.
No.
It came from my own son.
A bitter sigh escaped my lips, frustration bubbling to th
