International Attention
The next three weeks were a delicate balance of recovery and preparation.
Our warriors healed. The space was repaired. We held funerals for the twelve wolves we'd lost, each ceremony a reminder of what our reforms had cost.
And Luna grew.
At ten weeks old, she had the development of a twenty-month-old. She walked steadily now, spoke in complex sentences, and was beginning to read basic words. Her power, mercifully, had stabilized after the battle. No more accidental bursts, no more overwhelming displays.
Katherine's intensive training was working.
"Again," Katherine instructed as Luna practiced creating shields. "But this time, make it strong enough to stop me but gentle enough not to hurt."
Luna concentrated, silver light forming a barrier between them. Kath
