The mall was already busy when Noah arrived with Cindy and Alexander. The noise of people talking, shoes tapping on the tiled floor, and music playing faintly from nearby stores filled the air. Noah kept his son close, holding his small hand as they walked inside. He looked around carefully, always alert, always protective, because he knew being Luna meant danger could come from anywhere—even here in a place filled with families and children.
Alexander’s eyes, however, were full of joy. They sparkled as he looked at the colorful signs, the toy stalls, the shops with balloons at their doors. He tugged lightly at Noah’s hand, excitement written all over his face.
“Pa, can we go there first? Please?” Alexander said, pointing eagerly to the arcade.
Noah smiled, his heart softening at how hi
