~Selene's POV~
She sits at the kitchen table with paper and a pen and a clarity she has been building toward for weeks now, long before she let herself admit she was building toward anything at all.
The twins are still asleep, the apartment quiet in the particular way mornings are quiet before the demands of the day fully arrive. Selene has chosen this hour deliberately, the hour before Lior wakes and the routine of feeding and dressing and managing the small chaos of two infants takes over everything else she might otherwise accomplish. This letter requires the kind of attention that does not survive interruption well.
She begins without hesitation, the formal register arriving easily enough, a register she spent three years as Luna learning to use precisely, the language of pack law a
