Moonshadow: The Full Saga
Kerran, somewhere down in the den, sitting up late poring over star-maps, would look up through his little skylight and choke on his ink.
Elia, rubbing weary hands over her eyes, would glance out and swear quietly.
Rhea, finishing a patrol, would bark a laugh and say, “Of course she put her face in the sky.”
Scar would grunt and mutter, “Good. Now the idiots will know who they are dealing with.”
Pups, not yet born, would hear tales of the night the stars rearranged themselves to match the mark on their Queen’s head.
Luna watched the brief alignment, breath caught.