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She nods once. “The Moon Throne. The seat of the Silver-Blooded rulers.” Oh. Oh no. I press my palms against my face. “This is too much. Yesterday I was worried about paying rent, and now I’m apparently some kind of magical royal wolf with a throne.” Selene watches me quietly. “Your life was never ordinary, Luna. It was only hidden.” “Yeah, well, I liked it hidden.” Before she can respond, I hear footsteps behind me. “Luna!”

There was something known about it. “Good morning, Luna,” she replied warmly. Luna—the word made my stomach flutter for the first time. “What’s all this?” I asked as she rolled the tray closer. “It’s breakfast,” she said, lifting the first silver lid with a flourish, and the scent hit me first–warm cinnamon and something custardy, accompanied by the sweetness from the berries. It was French toast topped with blueberries and thinly sliced pears. Honey was drizzled generously over the top, while a cloud of whipped cream slowly melted into the warmth.

Azalea nudged Ayden who was lost, looking at other books that also seemed to catch his interest. Just at the point when they had moved to the session by the other side, was Hendrix who was behind them and heard the familiar voices, that he could not be in any doubt again. Seeing them surprisingly at the library was not what even baffled him, but was about what Azalea had mentioned afterwards. 'Why would they need to read a book about witches?' **..****...***...***

he muttered. "Maybe they don't have messages there?" Lethabo asked he took the remains of the letter from Jordon hand, inspecting the last page. "This an extensive list. We use a lot of these things ourselves but the wand is new and I've never heard of these books or the Authors," he said, looking up and seeing the confused looks on Sebestian and Dell faces. He read the rest of the letter out LUNA LAND SCHOOL OF WITCHCRAFT AND WIZARDRY

"Because she knows something we don't." --- That night, Luna couldn't sleep. She walked through the mansion alone. The halls were quiet. She stopped outside the old library. The door was slightly open. She pushed it. Inside, books covered every wall. Ancient records. Bloodline histories. Council documents. Luna walked toward the shelves. She searched for anything about the First Child. After several minutes, she found a book with no title. She opened it. The first page contained a symbol. Moon. Shadow. Light.

Thorin stood a full inch taller. And that was all. Lyra, whose patience for adult moments had a lifespan of seconds, grabbed her monster’s hand and hauled. “Come ON. You have to meet everybody.” “Everybody” turned out to be her toys. She led him by the hand through the entire collection, every shelf and basket, conducting introductions with the solemnity of a state function. He met Sir Fluff, who had eaten a bug once and was never allowed to forget it. He met a wooden duck named Duck, three dolls with a complicated shared history involving a stolen crown, and a knitted wolf from Grandma Evette that held, Lyra confided, all of her secrets. Thorin attended to every introduction like a visiting

Alex mumbled under his breath after collecting almost all the herbs. He left the common ones in the room since he was too lazy to collect anymore. His purse didn’t have enough space for them as well. His eyes were now filled with warmth and gentleness as he turned to look at Luna. “What are you looking at?” He approached her and asked. Luna replied, “These books are related to alchemy. Do you want them?” Alex took one and flipped through the pages. There was nothing special about them.

"It's glowing red now." Ashford didn't seem to care. "It doesn't matter as long as I don't feel any pain. It's alright; you wanted it gone, didn't you? Enjoy it while it lasts." Luna released him, walked over to the shelves in the room, and began going through the books. She was moving so fast that Neon and Ashford exchanged glances and shrugged. Luna's hand stroked the books; she was trying to find a book, one about hybrids. She didn't know about the pack, and she had to find someone who knew the pack like the back of their hand.

Luna was eighteen months old when she started reading. Not picture books. Ancient texts in languages she shouldn't know. I found her in Dante's office, surrounded by books from his private collection, reading what appeared to be Latin. "Luna, honey, what are you doing?" "Learning about the elements, Mama." She pointed to a passage. "This book says there were originally six elements in werewolf magic, not five. But one was lost during the Great Schism." I sat down heavily. "Where did you learn to read Latin?"