Amara’s POV.

I walked alongside Damien towards the bedroom, and I couldn’t help but notice every nook and cranny of the area. The hallway was dimly lit, with torches lining the walls casting flickering shadows across the stone floor.

“So, my name is Amara?” I asked, breaking the silence.

I had known my true identity was Amara, but hearing it spoken aloud felt strange. I mean, I liked the name Dawn, which Grandma Celestine gave me, but Amara was who I was. I had always been Amara, the Alpha King’s mate and Dark Crescent Pack’s Luna. I couldn’t get used to it.

He nodded with a grin. “Yes, my Luna....