To Become the Luna

Rafe’s declaration of my impending Luna ceremony was the start of a landslide of changes. It started off small, with Christobel stopping in early in the morning with food, clothes, and etiquette lessons. Though the etiquette lessons were apparently unnecessary, according to her abundant praise.

My manners, posture, and poise are, as Christobel stated, “beyond perfection and not at all an accurate reflection of the conditions of your upbringing.”

I didn’t have the heart to tell her that etiquette and proper manners were the only real education I received in River Crest. Deadrick Pride was… physically assertive about my falling into line as a perfect “daughter” for one of his status.

I still remember the sting of the switch as he slashed down my back when I stumbled as a child. The bitter taste of lycathistle root under my tongue when I forgot to address him as Beta Pride instead of ‘Father.’ If I told her half of what he did to make me so… perfect… she would join up with Thane and wa