The Luna's quarters were larger than Aria expected.
A sitting room with stone walls lined with tapestries that had belonged to Lunas for a hundred years. A bedroom with a window that faced the mountain. A smaller room that was being prepared for Liama bed low enough for him to climb into, walls that Nora had offered to paint.
It was real. She kept expecting to wake up and find herself back in the glass cell.
It had been five days since the ceremony.
She was sitting on the window ledge, watching Liam play in the courtyard below with three other pack pupssomething he'd never done in his five years of lifewhen Xavier came in.
He was moving carefully. His ribs were still wrapped. The cut on his collarbone was still fresh enough that he didn't raise his left arm without thinking. But he wa
