THE LUNA WHO CONQUERED DEATH
Preparations
The next two weeks were a blur of controlled chaos.
The Warriors trained eighteen hours a day. Katherine and Elena drilled the students relentlessly in combat applications of their daughter's gifts. Marcus oversaw the construction of defensive barriers, trenches, and strategic chokepoints throughout our territory.
And I balanced being Alpha with being a mother to a rapidly developing infant who now spoke in complete sentences and occasionally moved objects with her mind when excited.
"Luna, we talked about this," I said for the tenth time that morning as another toy floated past my head. "Telekinesis only during practice sessions."
"But Mama, it's faster." My seven-week-old daughter, who now had the cognitive abilities of a fifteen-month-old,
