Three months after Luna's awakening...
Morgana had always prided herself on her control. Even during the worst days of her exile, when the pack council's accusations of heresy and dark magic had stripped away everything she'd built, she had maintained her composure. Dignity in defeat, grace under pressure—these were Silverwood traits, bred into her bones by generations of werewolf nobility.
The first c***k in Morgana's moral foundation had been almost imperceptible—a moment of bitter amusement when she realized that Luna's power fusion had occurred during a moment of pure emotional vulnerability. How fitting, she'd thought, that my brother's daughter would achieve transcendence through the same weakness that destroyed him.
Because that's what love had done to her brother, ultimately. Ma
