Ella's POV
"Are you made, Luna?"
Myra's voice sounded so childlike like she was scared, and I had to clench my jaws not to shudder at that word. Luna. I'm no Luna. I will never be. Ryan said that himself, and I'm no wolf.
"No, I'm. No, and please don't call me that. Call me..."
I shifted in my seat; the skin on my ass was warm and throbbing against the hard car seats. Resulting in my tightening my grip on the steering wheel as I stared forward. What should she call me? I'm supposed to be Aria, but does it really mean I have to pretend to be her for the rest of my life?
"You can call me Ella!"
I smiled, remembering how Blaze assumed that was my stage name. I knew there was more to him that first met the eye. The way he always seemed to know where I was, how he assumed my stage name was Ella. It could mean he knew me as Aria; he was a wolf, after all. I didn't realize it at first, despite the flickering eyes, but it had dawned on me as we met last time.