AMARA’S POV

This woman was insane.

Or maybe she really was powerful enough to look into my mind.

“How do you feel?” she asked, and I shrugged. Flashes of my childhood memories came and left; it was almost as though I had opened a door locking away everything good in my life.

“I miss him,” I admitted. “I never even had the time to grieve. As soon as his body was brought back, I was inaugurated as luna and tossed into a pile of never-ending duties. And I never dared to complain ...