Elaria's POV
They had raised me for this.
From the time I could walk, my father told me I was destined to be Luna. My mother taught me how to smile without showing teeth, how to hold myself with grace, how to sharpen my words into blades. Every lesson, every breath, every step, it was all leading to one throne.
And then she appeared.
The omega girl with her lowered eyes and trembling hands. The invisible shadow no one noticed, until the Moon Goddess wove the triplets' bonds around her neck like jewels.
And just like that, everything I had been promised was gone.
Thorne summoned me to his study that night. The storm still lingered, thunder muttering low outside as he poured himself whiskey. He did not ask me to sit. He rarely did.
"You have seen what she can do," he said, voice even.
I did not answer. He wanted me to agree, to speak the words aloud. He wanted me to admit that Aisla was a threat, not just to the pack but also to me.
