The Luna's vendetta

They called me Luna.

But I was never more than her shadow.

For five years, I loved a man who still whispered my sister’s name in his sleep.

I raised a child who saw me as a the reason for his mother's death.

I held a pack together while they mocked me behind my back.

Then came the fire, and no one stopped it.

They watched me burn. They wanted me gone.

But fate had other plans.

The day my true identity was revealed, they begged me to stay. Begged me to come back.

But I was done.

Let the pack remember what happens when you burn the wrong Luna.