“I will give you everything,” he had told me once, his forehead pressed against mine, his voice filled with a sincerity that made my heart ache even now. “Even the most precious moonstone in the land of wolves. You deserve nothing less.”
I had believed him. I had believed all of it.
“Stephanie,” Elder Elisse called softly, pulling me back to the present.
I blinked, realizing I had been staring blankly at the cake.
“I…” I hesitated, then let out a shaky breath. “Let’s just… finish this.”
She seemed surprised for a moment, but then nodded.
Together, we stood before the cake. I picked up the knife with trembling hands.
“This was supposed to be our moment,” I whispered.
Then I cut into the cake. The blade slid through the soft layers, revealing the color hidden inside.
Pink. It was pink. A girl.
My lips parted, but no sound came out. A daughter. We were having a daughter.
A small, fragile life that deserved so much more than this.
For a brief moment, something flickered in my chest. Hope. But it was quickly swallowed by the overwhelming pain that followed.
The next morning, I became a story. Not a person. Not a Luna. Just a story.