I walk through the hall, Kade flanking me. I don't project my aura. I don't use magic. I just walk with the quiet, unshakeable authority of the Luna.
Near the center of the room, a human boy of about ten is sitting on the floor, crying. His golden veins are flaring brightly, pulsing in time with his ragged breathing. The potted ferns on the nearby tables are hyper-accelerating, their fronds unrolling at a terrifying speed, cracking the ceramic pots.
A wolf pup, a fierce little girl named Lyra Jr., steps forward, her lips pulling back in a silent snarl. He’s breaking the math! she growls, her physical voice echoing across the silent hall. He’s going to crush the tables!
Stand down, Lyra, I say, my physical voice steady, carrying the quiet, unshakeable authority of the Luna.
I kneel in f
