Jessica was finally released from the dungeon, spitting mad after her ordeal. How dare Amara treat her with such disrespect? She didn't care that, technically, Amara was her Luna, because in her mind she was going to become the real Luna, no matter what she had to do in order to make that happen. She huffed as she stormed outside, needing to feel the cool fresh air on her badly bruised skin, the warmth of the sunshine and to see a clear blue sky now that she was out of the dungeon.
The sound of rustling piqued her interest and she walked towards the sound slowly. It never occurred to her to call out for patrol. After all, it was their job to keep rogues out, wasn't it, instead of wanting to see the source of the noise herself. The rustling was a slight distance away in the forest and bef
