*~Aurora's POV~*
I walked down the staircase with the Luna clinging tightly to my arm, our fingers intertwined like lovers. Wolves turned to stare—some curious, some confused, some downright shocked. I tried to look calm, but her grip on me only tightened, making my skin crawl.
We reached the ballroom—bright lights, music, silk gowns, spinning bodies. The Luna leaned close.
"Tell me, Eric… have you ever danced with a lady before?"
"D-d-dance?" I stammered.
She giggled. "Oh yes, Eric. Dance. Have you ever danced at all?" She brushed a hand over my shoulder. "Aren't you just the cutest little inexperienced man?"
My stomach twisted painfully. I didn't even know what she meant by half the things she said.
"But don't worry," she purred, "I'll teach you. Dancing isn't something you learn—it comes from your heart."
Her fingers trailed down my chest.
Straight over my breastplate.
Her hand paused.
She pressed harder. "Why is your chest so hard? It feels like iron."
