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I unlocked the door and stepped out of the Luna's quarters. My legs felt steady now, steadier than they had been all morning. Having a plan did that for me. It grounded me. It kept everything quiet inside my head.
The corridors were alive the moment I entered them. Wolves hurried through the hall, their steps sharp and tense. Voices whispered in corners. I heard bits of conversation float past me, each one laced with fear. The poisoning. The Grand Luna. The prisoners.
No one looked at me directly, but I felt their eyes slip over me as I walked. People always watched when they were scared. I kept my chin low and moved with purpose.
I reached my quarters, slipped inside and locked the door. The sound was crisp. It settled something deep in my chest. I stood still for a moment, listening. Nothing. Good. I was alone.
