The morning after the tribunal threat didn’t begin with panic. It began with pancakes.
Saffy insisted.
The kitchen of Mira’s safehouse was too small for four people and one Echo still half-possessed by the memory of an ancient relic, but they made it work. Mira stirred the batter with surgical precision, Knox cooked at the stove like it was a battlefield, and Saffy wore a hand-drawn apron that read “I Flipped for a Shifter.”
Luna tried to smile through the exhaustion humming in her bones.
“You okay?” Knox asked, handing her a plate.
She nodded. “Just... processing. Tribunal. Council. Magical law loopholes. Y’know. The usual.”
He touched her waist gently. “They won’t tear us apart.”
“They might try,” she whispered. “But they’ll regret it.”
Saffy popped up beside them with a plate st
