Jackson gently taps her wrist twice, and that's when she immediately releases him, scrambling back. "Oh my God. I'm sorry. I'm so sorry—"
Coughing, he rubs his throat, but he's smiling. Smiling? Shouldn't what she did make him mad? "Don't apologize for that," he tells her, surprising her.
"What happened?"
Jackson sits up, his eyes shining with amazement and respect. "I've never seen anything like it. You just... lost yourself. Started moving as if you'd trained for years. You mirrored every technique thrown at you and used it against them, better than they did." He shakes his head. "One month of training shouldn't produce this. But you took down fifteen trained soldiers and me without breaking a sweat, Luna."
"What's that? Luna?"
"It means the female leader of our pack. Kai's wife."
