Kyria
I decided to explore the mansion and not only be in the Enclave.
The Lunari mansion gleamed like a private resort carved out of a billionaire's dream– towering with marble columns, shimmering glass balconies, and a black iron gate guarded by security wolves dressed like secret service agents.
The gardens were sculpted, not grown – every rose was trimmed with ruthless symmetry. Fountain sang in the background at the pool. Outback looked like something you'll see in a magazine titled ALPHA LUXURY.
It was a ridiculous contrast to where I came from.
Katharine lounged by the courtyard reflecting pool like royalty – head back, sunglasses perched on her perfect, tamed nose, fingers perched on a glass of imported peach elixir. Arielle sat next to her. Sipping some green drink that pro
