= Amara =
What the hell was he saying?
“Who’s the Luneborne?” I asked, though my voice betrayed me. It came out unsteady, breathless, like my body already knew the truth my mind refused to touch.
Mikael didn’t answer right away.
He just looked at me.
Not with confusion. Not with doubt. But with that unmistakable expression—the kind that said the question had already been answered long before it was ever spoken. His gaze held mine, unwavering, heavy with something that made my stomach twist.
I swallowed hard.
Of course he meant me.
The realization crept in slowly. But that couldn’t be right. It couldn’t. I was no one special. No ancient… bloodline. I was just an ordinary wolf who happened to survive longer than expected.
“You must be mistaken,” I said, shaking my head as if that al
