Aria’s/Lysara’s POV

My eyes spread open gently, like a curtain. Yet, the world before my eyes was tainted in a bit of blur, like a smeared painting. A dull ache rang through my head as my facial muscles stretched and a croaky noise tore out of my throat.

“Lysara,” I heard him yell at me. My lips parted to tell him I wasn't Lysara, or whoever that was, and that I was Aria Moon, Luna of the crimson moon pack, but I paused, my lips hung halfway, and my throat froze on the words. Memories ...