Talon’s hand rested at the small of Diana’s back as they stood slightly apart from the crowd, the celebration continuing around them—music, laughter, the hum of alliances being strengthened.
But Diana wasn’t listening to any of it.
Her senses were elsewhere.
Sharp.
Restless.
“What is wrong, my Luna?” Talon asked quietly, leaning closer so only she could hear him.
Diana exhaled slowly.
“I don’t know…” she admitted.
Her brows furrowed slightly.
“I just—feel unsettled.”
Talon’s hand tightened slightly on her waist.
“Are the borders secured?” she asked immediately.
Her tone shifted—more alert now.
More Luna than mate.
Talon nodded without hesitation.
“Yes. Patrols have been doubled since dawn.”
His gaze swept briefly across the hall, instinctively checking exits, positions, mov
