The False Luna

BEWARE: THIS IS NOT YOUR USUAL WEREWOLF STORY.
The Moon chooses once. It doesn't make mistakes.

Seraphine Vale was raised to be Luna Queen - trained, worshipped, promised by prophecy itself. Eight years of devotion carved into her bones. The crown was never a question.

Then the Moon marked someone else.

Aurelia is wolfless, invisible, a ward who learned early that survival meant silence. She made no prayers, earned no loyalty and built no claim. When the goddess's mark burns itself into her skin on the altar, the realm calls it fate.

Seraphine calls it war.

Now Moonspire is fracturing, rituals have become power plays, and the Moon's will has become a blade at both their throats. The question stops being who deserves the crown.

It becomes: what did the Moon actually choose - and why?

Because in a world where destiny is law, being chosen might be the cruelest thing of all.