Celeste stood in her office, her fingers nervously tapping the edge of her desk as Luna huffed in the back of her mind. The post-battle adrenaline had worn off, and reality was setting in. She could still feel the ghost of Hunter’s touch on her cheek from the night before, and it left her stomach twisting with conflicting emotions. Fighting side by side with him felt right. Too right.
“Pull it together,” she muttered, shaking her head. She couldn’t afford to be distracted. Alaric was still out there, regrouping his forces after the failed ambush. They needed a strategy to find him before he struck again.
Logan barged in, oblivious to her turmoil. “Got news. Our scouts spotted some movement near the old mines. A small group, might be a scouting party. Hunter’s already assembling a team to
