#Chapter 131: When the Moon Shifts

ELENA The morning of the wedding dawned soft and golden, sunlight pooling over the Moonstone gardens like a blessing. I stood behind Erin, steadying her veil as she fidgeted nervously with the delicate lace. “Hold still,” I murmured, smoothing the fabric one last time. My fingers were steadier than I expected. Maybe because I needed to be. Erin kept glancing at me in the mirror, her eyes shining too brightly for it to just be the makeup. “You’re my good luck charm today,” she whispered. “The real Luna.” I froze for a beat, my hands still caught in the folds of her veil. The real Luna. I tucked a loose piece of hair behind Erin’s ear and smiled, even though my chest pinched a little. “You’re going to be beautiful out there. You already are.” She beamed, and for a moment, I let myself soak it in—the warmth of it, the belonging. A flicker of memory rose unbidden. My own wedding planning, years ago. Standing in the Silverclaw packhouse’s cold little meeting room, surroun