Terms of War

Elira

The night air felt heavy, cold enough to bite at my skin now, but the intense heat burning inside me is much worse. I stare fiercely at Wane, my chest rising and falling with ragged breaths, my scar throbbing like it is alive beneath my sleeve. His words instantly echo in my ears, refusing to settle, sharp enough to cut through bone.

“Be my Luna.”

“What exactly?” I snap, instantly shoving his hands off my shoulders with force, my voice shaking with raw anger. “What ...