The air was still thick with the tension that had brewed, and I exhaled slowly, trying to shake off the lingering weight of confrontation.
Being Luna wasn’t all about grace and tiaras. It was war in high places, and today, I had seen just how deep-rooted traditions could be.
Aiden reached for my hand, his thumb grazing over my knuckles in silent reassurance as we made our way down the corridor.
We had barely made it into the Alpha’s Wing when Beta Luca approached us, his pace measured but his expression grave. He bowed slightly, respectfully, before speaking.
"Alpha. Luna. I came to inform you that I'm on my way to the cell. To release Mara, as instructed. But I thought to ask first... in case you have any changes in the plan?"
The question hung in the air like a challenge, as if he
