Ava's POV
I turned sharply, my wolf snapping to attention.
It was Luna Clara. She rushed down the staircase, her steps uneven, her breathing unsteady. She hadn’t even brought her cane. Her silver hair was loose, her nightgown shifting with every hurried step.
She grabbed my arm, her grip surprisingly strong despite the tremor in it. “Miriam said you’re leaving. Why? Did something happen?”
“Grandma…” My voice broke.
Guilt slammed into me so hard my wolf flinched.
We should have left faster, she muttered.
I had been dreading this moment.
But seeing her like this…disheveled, breathless, chasing after me…it twisted something deep inside me.
I opened my mouth and nothing came out.
“Ava, what’s going on?” Clara’s voice trembled, the strength she always carried now stripped bare. “Tell
