Ravhiel tilted his head slightly, his expression calm, almost too calm for the weight of what he was saying.
"It's your body that has to carry the child, after all," he began, his voice soft but firm. "In any case, there might be a chance… who knows, you fall for one of them. They all know that possibility—werewolves are bound by their mates. In the end, it's also your choice… who you will engage in intimacy with first."
Luna blinked, her breath caught for a split second as the reality sank in deeper. The finality of his words echoed in her mind. And yet, strangely… they made things clearer.
'He's right. Though... I'd rather die than do that with any of them. They don't know that. They think I'm just afraid… weak. If anything, I might... I can...'
Her eyes widened suddenly, an idea sparking like fire in the dark—a dangerous flame that refused to be smothered. Her heart started to beat faster.
