❝I never knew daylight could be so violent❞
The child of the most feared Lycan and most respected Luna is about to turn twenty-one, and with her age comes her ability to grant affinities to werewolves so they can become Lycans- there's only one prob...
As a child you would wait And watch from far away. But you always knew that you'd be the one That work while they all play.
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Watching Mom with careful eyes, I was able to deduct that she was just as nervous as I was about today. Faye was with her, plucking petunias from the flower mazes that Mom grew in the courtyard. She was arranging them in a cluster to be placed within the vases on the white tables scattered across our chartreuse lawn.
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I could see that her hands were shaking a little. It made my knee jerk anxiously.
"Lux, are you alright?"
I snapped my head back to look at my oldest uncle, Varian. The uncanny resemblance he had to to portraits of my grandfather never failed to astonish me.
"I'm good. This whole ceremony is throwing me off. Did Mom have to go through this?"
He sat down on the porch with me, unbuttoning his suit jacket. "Not exactly. It wasn't nearly as lavish as yours was. This...extravagance is all Mother's doing. She wants to spoil you in a way that she could never do with Katya."
I tucked a stray curl behind my ear, focusing back on Mom. Although everyone says I'm a carbon copy of my father, Stark insists that my soul is entirely Katya. And living up to Mom's name? It's hard. How am I supposed to reach the level of saving the werewolf and vampire communities from an all out war between two gods, much less surpass it?
"You look nice. Mother got that dress for you, I'm assuming?" Varian jerked his chin to the floral champagne dress I wore.
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I shook my head. "I went out with Damen and Nikolai yesterday. Babushka gave me money for a dress. Nikolai picked out several dresses and Damen randomly choose one for me to wear."
The twinkle in Varian's eyes told me that this was probably all part of my grandmother's plan. "Come. Let's go meet the prospects."
I stood up, glancing around for my father, noticing Mom was missing as well. "Where's Stark? Is he not coming with us?"
