I stepped into the meditation hall, and my steps faltered, understanding Maya's smug departure.
The Moon Hall was calm and cool, lit by golden rays streaming through the domed skylight. Low incense braziers smoldered at the corners, releasing a faint, grounding scent of pine and sage. Old claw marks scarred the worn stone floor, left by wolves that had Shifted during sessions.
In the center lay a sunken circle ringed with cushions and woven mats, and on one of the cushions sat Lucian.
He was sitting cross-legged, his posture calm, his expression unreadable. But when his eyes lifted and met mine, something inside me fluttered. Awareness.
Damn Maya for getting into my head.
"Come in, Seraphina," the instructor, a serene-looking Gamma named Ilsa, waved me in.
I'd meditated
