_Lyla's POV_
I couldn’t take it anymore. The words echoed in my head like sharp daggers, piercing deeper with each breath. “She is not worthy of the title of Luna.”
My heart clenched painfully. My chest felt tight, like I couldn’t breathe. My vision blurred with tears threatening to spill.
Without thinking, I shot up from my seat, the chair scraping loudly against the floor. My legs moved on their own as I rushed out of the dining room. I could hear Aaron’s voice behind me, angry and tense, but I didn’t stop. I couldn’t.
I sprinted up the stairs, my footsteps pounding in my ears louder than anything else. My heart was racing, not from the run but from the ache inside me. My chest burned with emotions I couldn’t control—shame, sadness, fear.
I reached Aaron’s room, flung the door open,
