Charis
My name is Charis Greye.
But seven months ago, I buried that name. Six months ago, I became Eamon Riggs—a boy who never truly existed. I was a disguise stitched together with forged paper, cropped hair and a half-truth that swallowed my real identity.
And three months ago, I died.
At least, that's what the world believed.
The Academy buried Eamon Riggs in a coffin. Students wept, whispers spread, and my death became the punctuation mark of a scandal I had no hand in. But the truth is rarely what the world thinks it is.
The truth is: I lived. And today, I'm coming back—not as Eamon, not as the daughter of an Alpha who let everyone and every situation dictate her worth, but as Charis Greye Knox. I am still Alpha Silas's daughter and at the same time, the ward of Isolde Knox.
And no one, not even my father, not even Vale, not even the Moon Goddess herself, will ever bury me again.
