The Underworld Trials of Luna
She sighs and crosses her arms, her movements so elegant and sure that they…they almost can’t be real.
“Sooner than I had planned or wanted, I admit,” she says, smiling a little, looking down into Anton’s face. “Your little Moon Pup is more dogged than I gave her credit for.”
We both just…continue to stare.
At the Goddess of Life. Standing there, before us. She glows with a steady golden light, her rich brown hair falling soft over her shoulders, every single inch of her just…perfect. Perfect and warm and steady and true.
My lips part in awe.