LUNA AMBER POV
I thought I had smart sons.
Guess I was wrong.
If I hadn’t been the one staring straight at that damn pendant, they would’ve missed it completely. And it wasn’t even the only thing I saw.
That girl—Kat—barely breathed in the room. Her posture was perfect, her tone polite, but her eyes? Her scent? Her energy?
Pure survival mode.
Her fight or flight response had already kicked in the second she crossed the threshold, and it was all I could do not to roll my eyes when none of my boys caught it. I could smell fear on her—not panic, not terror, just deep, trained restraint. The kind that doesn’t come from dealing with scary Alphas.
This wasn’t fear of power.
No.
She was hiding something.
From someone.
Maybe from all of us.
But what sealed it for me was the pen
