Eileen's POV
The remnants of burning herbs hung heavy in the Luna's private chambers, weaving through the delicate scent of jasmine that drifted from the silk drapes. Flames danced against the ornate marble walls, throwing twisted shadows across the polished floor like reaching fingers. The fireplace whispered softly in the corner, though neither woman acknowledged its presence.
"Well?" Eileen's voice carried no emotion as Winona entered the room.
Winona paused at the threshold, wringing her damp hands. Rain droplets still clung to her cloak from the storm outside. "The Alpha reported that Lord Hardy has forbidden anyone from approaching Faye."
The air grew thick with unspoken tension.
Eileen's expression remained unchanged. "Luna, I must say..." Winona attempted once more, her voice wavering. "What I mean is..."
