MARTHA POV
I did not know what a Luna ceremony was supposed to look like.
In my defense, until approximately twenty-four hours earlier, the word Luna had belonged to astronomy, baby-name lists, and women on i********: who owned too many crystals and somehow always knew when Mercury was doing something dramatic.
Now, apparently, it meant something entirely different.
Power.
Blood.
Pack.
A woman in green standing beside a man who looked like he would tear apart the sky if she asked him to.
So no, I had not known what to expect when Caelin told me there would be a ceremony in Greenwood and asked me to come with him, looking entirely too hopeful and too careful at the same time. I had asked him what people wore to these things because I was not walking into a supernatural event dressed
