Walking deeper into the halls of my side of the estate, I heard footsteps behind me. Then a voice—Fenrir’s.
“Wait for us, Selene. We need to speak with you.”
I didn’t stop right away.
Luna stirred in my mind, her voice low but resolute.
‘Don’t hurt them… but I agree. If they have no manners, then we protect ourselves.’
With her permission, I let my gravity rise—a soft ripple in the air forming a bubble of invisible defense around me. A barrier to keep them from touching me.
They’d tried too many times before. When I first arrived, I said I’d consider allowing contact. A simple word of reflection—not permission. But they crossed that line anyway. Taking my hands without asking. Ignoring the boundaries I’d built with every ounce of my dignity.
Luna had not taken it well. Not then. Not
