Shadow Luna
Though her system had fully recovered from the silver-tipped toxin, the quiet exhaustion of a new mother still lingered in the faint, pale lines beneath her eyes.
The heavy oak door of the sanctuary clicked open on silent hinges, and the familiar, grounding fragrance of winter mint and fresh rain drifted into the room.
Luna Lucia stepped inside, her presence immediately filling the warm space with a calm, unyielding clarity. She wore simple, structured silver robes that flowed smoothly as she walked, her deep sapphire blue eyes carrying a lifetime of hard-won wisdom. In her arms, she held a heavy cedar wood box wrapped in an old silk sash—a relic from the original pack house archives that fe