Luna didn't teach for a week after the attack.
She stayed in her room mostly, coming out only for meals she barely touched. Her students asked about her. I made excuses. Katherine offered to counsel her. Luna refused.
On the eighth day, I found her sitting on her balcony at dawn, still in her pajamas, staring at the sunrise.
Can't sleep? I asked.
I keep seeing his face. That warrior. He was overjoyed when he created his shield. Luna's voice was hoarse from disuse. I keep wondering if he thought about me when Savage's wolves killed him. If he blamed me.
He probably thought about protecting his family. About buying them time to escape. I sat beside her. Luna, guilt is trying to tell you that you did something wrong. Did you?
I taught him.
You gave him a tool. He chose to use it to def
