Luna Lyra
“Good. Feel free to explore the grounds if you wish. We’ve prepared accommodations for everyone, so let us know if you have any specific requests.”
One of the visitors, a woman with auburn hair, smiled appreciatively. “Thank you, Luna. That’s very kind of you.”
My eyes darted around the group as I followed the scent until they landed on a tall, broad-shouldered man with sandy hair and piercing green eyes. He was deep in conversation with another pack member, his posture relaxed yet commanding.
Almost immediately, he stood up and started coming close to us, and my heart started beating faster. But he came and stood in front of Lyra and asked after her son. Just then, his phone rang, and he to