Luna Rising
Hard, yes, but good.
They’d reshaped the way she carried herself, the way her presence filled a room. Her stance was grounded, feet sure against the earth. Her reactions were faster and cleaner. And her power—goddess—her power answered her more readily now, no longer skittering away from her grasp like something half-feral. Anyone watching her spar would see exactly what she was becoming: a future Luna learning not just how to survive her strength, but how to wield it.
What they wouldn’t see was the bond.