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Elijah "Your Grace? It's time for supper." Linda's voice is quiet as she speaks. I continue to stare out the window, watching as the heavy rain falls over my pack's town. Warm lights from their houses break through the fog that's begun to collect around the ground, making the roads appear ghostly. In the mirror, I can see Linda shift uncomfortably in the doorway. She's not used to being ignored, but she has no room to tell me again. She knows she's been heard but can't leave until I've acknowledged her. A double-edged sword in agreeing to be my Luna. "I'm not hungry," I tell her finally. She doesn't say anything for a long moment, still hovering in the study's doorway, most likely contemplating dropping it and leaving me alone or figuring out a way to coax me downstairs. It's a wast