Elsa
If I didn’t know my room so well, I would have thought I had wandered into the wrong place.
Everything was gone—my belongings, my phone, everything.
Panic started to creep in as I sat on the bed, unsure of what to do or who to ask.
My phone, which I had left charging, was no longer there. The realisation that I couldn’t call my father, couldn’t communicate with him, made my chest tighten with anxiety.
I tried to keep it together, but the tears were threatening to spill. Just as I was about to lie down in despair, the door opened, and a woman entered the room.
"Luna Elsa, Alpha Adam asked us to move your things to his quarters. Please follow me," she said. Her words caught me off guard.
Luna? Had she not gotten the memo that I wasn’t the Luna? But I decided not to correct h
