Becoming Luna
“Enough riddles. Enough games. Speak plainly, or leave me no choice.”
She tilted her head, as if weighing me, amused by my fury. “Plain… is a luxury,” she murmured, circling me slowly, the sound of her movement almost hypnotic. “And some luxuries… are never granted. You see, little pup, stories are not told in straight lines. They twist… like rivers in the mountains. And if you cannot read the currents, you will drown in them.”