Reborn Luna: Rewriting My Tragic Fate

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a wooden stool, my hands folded in my lap, and stared out the small, grime-streaked window of the Healer's off

d the low, urgent tones of the pack doctor. "Hold her

s. "She did it on purpose! The Luna's always hat

an ancient wolf, his face a roadmap of centuries, but his brown eyes were as sharp an

pression. "Luna," he said, his voice calm, measured. "Please tell me

ed its way down my spine. I brought my hands to my temples, my voice fracturing as

ternal force. "She's so angry, Calyx. All she does is sc

e these whispers. They're not my voice, and they're not Nyx

, the slight furrow of his brow. A broken mating bond could certainly cause mental

ris that had spoken the prophecy: *You will be rejected. Your love will turn

l scent growing stronger. "Allow

and placed it on my forehead. I felt his healing energy pr

y inside my own mind, a psychic tempest of my own creation. I made him fee

turning grave. The doubt in his eyes was replaced b

voice heavy. "This is a severe reaction. The tea

! Nyx can feel it. She knows he's found someone else, and she wants to tear them all apart!" I buried my face in my hands, my shoulde

.. occupied with pack business." But his eyes held no comfort, on

small vial. "This will help you rest," he said, holding it out to me. Dilute

e I masked it with a look of terrified recoil. I stared at the vial

your... condition stabilizes," he warned. It wasn't

patient to perfection. He escorted me to the door, his ey

fragility fell away. My spine straightened, my tears dri

crackle of energy as he opened a private mind-link. Not to the pack doct

e was calling the Alpha's Be

d been played. T

ell him his Luna is mad. Tel