Silence falls over the room. The Alphas on the holographic projections exchange dark, dangerous glances. Lyra, standing guard by the door, shifts her weight, her hand resting casually on the hilt of her combat knife.
I don't look at Kade. I don't need to. Through the merge, I feel his Alpha aura flaring, a lethal, protective heat that makes the air in the room vibrate. But I hold up my right hand, a subtle gesture that instantly calms him.
"Full oversight," I repeat, my voice quiet, carrying the deep, resonant frequency of the Luna. "You want to control how we teach our children. You want to regulate our magic."
"We want to ensure that the magic that saved the world isn't used to threaten it," Vance replies smoothly. "It’s a matter of global security, Luna."
I lean forward, resting my
