Jasper_48
She was never meant to survive. Not because she wasn't strong-because she was never supposed to be seen.
Blurb:
The Reaping was supposed to be a death sentence. But for Elara, it was something worse, a stage.
Dressed in white and paraded like a Capitol angel, she enters the arena with a boy who vanishes before the first cannon fades. Left behind, Elara learns quickly that survival isn't about strength-it's about who you're willing to lose.
When she meets Senna, everything shifts. Trust becomes a weapon. Mercy becomes a risk. And in the end, Elara must choose between living for herself... or dying for someone else