Sloane’s POV
Before I can fully process my wolf’s words, the heavy wooden door to Xavier’s room swings open, and Luna strides inside. A beauty that could be mistaken for an older sister rather than Xavier’s mother.
Her expression makes it painfully clear that finding me on her son’s bed is not a sight she welcomes.
My pulse quickens as Luna’s attention settles on me before sweeping across the room. Her presence carries the effortless authority of an experienced Luna, and a composed stillness settles over the space. Yet beneath her polished exterior, I sense an unusual tension that leaves me uneasy.
'Perhaps she's looking for filth,' Zia remarks, her suspicion seeping into my thoughts.
Luna has always struck us as somewhat stuck-up, as though she considers herself better than the rest
