The grey eyes Ashleigh had grown to love and cherish now bore into her soul as the imposing figure stared at her with cold judgment.
“He looks like you,” Ashleigh whispered, thinking of Caleb’s eyes, his strong jaw, and his auburn hair.
“My great son has many admirable qualities,” Solana said.
“Are you… my Luna?” Ashleigh asked.
Solana’s eyes lit up brightly.
“I am THE Luna,” she growled. “You wish to take the role; you must prove your worth.”
“Did Fiona meet you?” Ashleigh asked.
“In one form or another,” Solana replied. “But not like this, not in my true form.”
“Why not?” Ashleigh asked.
“You already know.”
“No, I don’t.”
“You do,” Solana grinned. “You just don’t remember.”
‘She mocks you,’ a voice whispered in Ashleigh’s ear. ‘Teach her who the real Luna is.’
Ashleigh looked behind her but found no one.
“You dare to turn your back on me?” Solana asked with a growl.
“No! Sorry,” Ashleigh said quickly. “I thought I heard someone else’s voice.”
