The scream tore through the hallway. The Blackridge Luna turned sharply. The maid standing beside her flinched.
“What was that?” the Luna demanded.
“I—I don’t know.”
Another scream came from the ceremony hall, followed by hurried footsteps. The Luna glanced toward the hall, then back at the maid. “Stay here.”
She started walking away. The maid breathed out in relief.
“Wait.” The Luna stopped and turned around. “You are coming with me.”
The maid swallowed hard and followed. When they reached the ceremony hall, several servants were gathered near the entrance. A large tray had fallen to the floor, scattering glasses across the marble.
“What happened?” The Luna asked.
One servant bowed quickly. “Nothing serious, Luna. One of the young wolves knocked the tray over.”
“And the scream?”
