Elara
My dozen or so classmates from Luna Academy all looked shocked.
In the past, I'd always maintained a cool exterior but was unfailingly polite. For some, that politeness translated as weakness—an invitation to be taken advantage of.
Behind my back, through the academy's gossip network, the girls used to whisper: "Our little half-blood princess acts so superior, but her wolf is pathetically weak. How does she always outperform us purebloods in every assessment?"
Charlotte had always pretended to be dismissive of me, but in reality, she was eaten up with jealousy.
After graduation, she'd tried to recruit me as her pack's subordinate.
When I declined, she took it as a personal insult, convinced that a mixed-blood like me could never truly become the Luna of a powerful
