Life in the Crescent Moon Pack had begun to find its rhythm again, yet one thing had changed forever… Luna Mira.
Wherever she walked, the air seemed to bend toward her. The people no longer looked at her as just their Luna. They looked at her as though divinity itself had descended to live among them.
Women bowed low as her gowns trailed with a grace that caught every current of the wind, the fabric seeming alive, dancing like a veil of moonlight around her. Children ran forward to cling to her legs, their faces alight with joy, whispering that her touch brought good luck.
Some would kneel, pressing kisses to her feet or to her hand. Others lifted their heads toward her as if hoping a single glance from her eyes might heal their hearts.
Everywhere she passed, murmurs filled the air,
