Zarek.
I watched her. My fierce and unbending Luna. The way she stood there, unafraid, unbent, even as the relic of the moon goddess crashed down before everyone.
Eyes looked between her and the broken relic. I could feel their doubt, and their suspicion. I could hear it in their shallow breaths.
She didn’t flinch, neither did she hesitate. She looked back at Lyssandra, as if daring anyone to judge her. My jaw tightened, and my claws itched. My wolf stirred beneath my skin, restless, protective, ready to lash out at anyone else who dared question her.
“It’s just a coincidence,” I said finally. I knew no one would believe it. I knew the people here wouldn’t accept that simple explanation. They were staring at her like she had planned it. Like she had broken some sacred law.
I felt heat
