The Weight of Protection
Luna's nose started bleeding twenty minutes into the shield projection.
"That's normal," she said when Katherine reached for her with a cloth. "Happens when I push distance limits. I'm fine."
But she wasn't fine. I could see it in the tremor of her hands, the paleness of her skin, the way silver light flickered unevenly around her small frame.
"Sera, you need to see this," Marcus called from the tactical display.
I looked at the screens showing the Southern Plains territory. Luna's shields were there, shimmering silver domes over the Pack House, the school, the medical center. Beneath those shields, wolves were surviving attacks that should have killed them.
"She's actually doing it," Marcus breathed. "Eight hundred miles away and she's saving lives."
"At wh
