THE REVENGE OF THE DEAD LUNA
It was deeper, maybe because Cece had chosen to speak to me when she had not spoken to anyone else.
"Should we play a game?" I asked, picking up a twig and offering it to her like a magic wand.
Cece giggled, shaking her head, then whispered, "No...can you to tell me a story."
I smiled, remembering the bedtime stories I’d read to her during the few times she had snuck away from her father's watchful eyes. "Alright, how about a story about a brave warrior princess who saves her pack from a dragon?"
Cece’s eyes lit up as she nodded eagerly, settling in.