Luna By Blackmail
Instead, she spun on her heel and stormed out.
A glass somewhere clinked too hard against the tray.
And just like that, the wolves returned to their dances, their drinks, and their pretending.
Lena reappeared beside me, smug as ever. “Handled like a Luna.”
I didn’t answer. Something in the room shifted. Again.
The party was still glittering on the surface, but beneath it, something burned. The ballroom doors opened not loudly or dramatically. Just enough.
And still, every eye turned.
Rael entered like he owned the building and didn’t care who knew it. Black on black. Collar crisp. Shoulders cut from war and want. His eyes scanned once, found mine, and locked.