I could tell Caesar had caught a flicker of amusement in his eyes at Morgana's outburst. My face burned as my gaze inadvertently wandered to the defined contours of his collarbone.
My ears grew hot as I cleared my throat awkwardly. "Did you need something?"
"It's late. I noticed you were still awake," Caesar said, his lips curving slightly upward, those typically cold features softening just enough to make my stomach flutter. "Talking with Morgana?"
"Mmm. Just chatting about nothing important," I mumbled vaguely.
His eyes lingered on my reddening ears before he suddenly remarked, "Shouldn't Morgana be addressing you as Luna Sylvia now?"
The thought of being Morgana's Luna made me cough uncomfortably. I still had dreams of inheriting leadership of my own Frostfang Pack some
