The Displaced Luna

My adopted sister stole the wolf-spirit potion I spent three years developing and became a celebrated genius healer overnight. But when the royal court announced that the potion’s true creator had to marry the feared mad prince whose wolf spirit was shattered, my entire family suddenly changed their story—the potion was mine after all. Even my fiancé of two years publicly cast me aside and chose her instead, simply because “she’s too fragile, and you’ll survive.” They thought sacrificing me would protect everything she had stolen. What they didn’t know was that the prince everyone had written off was the true heir to the throne. And I was about to take back my name, my glory, and my crown.