Around me students were taking notes, they were thinking about pack alliances and territorial disputes and not realizing that Professor Harlan had just casually mentioned something that could change everything.
I looked at him at the front of the room, he was not looking at me. His eyes were on the board, on his papers, on anything except my direction.
But I got the feeling that he knew, not that I was the Luna, but that something about what he had just said mattered to someone in this room.
The lecture ended and I did not move immediately. I sat there while people packed up their bags and moved toward the door. Mara was already gone, she had left ten minutes early for something.
I was alone at my desk when Professor Harlan looked up from his papers.
He did not say anything, he just
