Luna Tamia
I leaned closer to the mirror, my nails digging into the edge of the wooden frame. The patch of my hair was gone, and my head seemed to be mocking me for being this ugly.
"What went wrong?" I thought with bitterness.
Why did my magic come back to me? Who was protecting her?
Lately, I had shut myself in my office, pretending to be busy. When I had to step out, I wrapped scarf around my head. I was the Luna, and I was reduced to this?
Wearing silk scarves felt like humiliation.
Just like you humiliated Aurora? My Lycan asked me in a bitchy tone. I never liked my beast. It was never in my favor when I wanted to learn magic.
It always sided with the wrong people for the sake of making me angry.
I touched the burnt skin on my head and winced. For some reason, my Lycan wasn't able to heal it.
Pathetic beast! I muttered in hatred.
Rage was bubbling in my throat.
Phoenix!
She was responsible for this.
And she would pay for this.
