SAPPHIRE'S POV
The day of the exhibition had finally arrived, and with it came a mix of emotions and excitement that buzzed through me like electricity. This was my first public appearance since my departure from Miles' pack—my first time revealing myself not just as Sapphire, the former Luna, but as Sapphire, the artist. The gallery was already filling with people when I arrived, and I took a moment to steady my breath before stepping out of the car.
The venue was stunning, with high ceilings and polished floors that gleamed under the soft lighting. My photographs were displayed along the walls, each piece carefully curated to tell a story—a story of strength, of vulnerability, of survival. As I walked through the space, I noticed the way people paused in front of each image, captivated
