Luna had barely finished the first half of her morning training routine when hurried footsteps in the corridor shattered her concentration.
Her Light Devourer Wolf stirred restlessly beneath her skin, responding to the tension that suddenly filled the air of their damaged family home. The beast's unease was a warning system she had learned to trust… It meant trouble was approaching.
Her father's closest guards had come for her, escorting her with rushed steps to his office. Their faces bore the neutral expressions of men delivering unwelcome news.
"Luna." Her father's voice cut through the silence.
There was no visible emotion in his tone, there never was, but after eleven years of life, Luna had learned to read the subtleties that others overlooked. She had become an expert in the micro-expressions and tiny tells that betrayed what Sirius Starweaver truly felt behind his mask of control.
