Mole's POV
She blew on her fingertip, causing it to illuminate. The pink light was all she needed to read by, just enough to scan through the names.
It was pitch black in this Goddess forsaken office.
Not that she was bothered by the dark, just that it was too dark to read by.
If she was going to do some real damage here, she needed to identify the Lunas that still managed to crop up, even with the heavy veil in place. Somehow, someone here was still able to identify exceptionally powerful shifters, no matter how hard the witches tamped out their power.
The first name that was marked as an anomaly was the redhead who had caused a scene earlier, Abigail. She wasn't particularly impressive, just stronger than an average feline shifter ought to be. It seemed many of them were that way.
