“Well, I have to get there,” I said firmly, lifting my chin. “I’m the Luna of Ashclaw, and there’s probably a search party out already. I can pay you if you take me home.”
The old man’s bushy eyebrows lowered. “Luna of Ashclaw, eh? Alpha King Alexander’s wife?”
“Yes, sir. He’ll pay you handsomely if you—”
“Luna Ella was announced dead a week ago. Today’s the day of her funeral.”
I froze, unsure of what to say. Obviously I wasn’t dead; I was standing right here, naked and confused but very much alive. But the man’s face was solemn as he took off his hat and held it against his chest.
“Was a shame, I hear,” he said softly, shaking his head. “Died during childbirth.” He glanced up at me with one weathered old eye. “Although you do look a bit like her… But not quite. Eyes a
