Six months after the Council meeting, Luna celebrated her first birthday. At twelve months old, she looked and acted more like a three-year-old, her development accelerated by her divine nature. She could speak in full sentences, shift with perfect control, and teleport across the entire pack territory if she wanted to.
She also had opinions. Strong ones.
"No!" Luna declared, crossing her tiny arms as Aria tried to get her dressed for the birthday celebration. "Want red dress, not blue!"
"The blue dress matches your eyes," Aria said patiently, though her patience was wearing thin. This was the third wardrobe change of the morning.
"Have two eyes," Luna pointed out with impeccable logic. "One gold, one green. Need two dresses."
Dante, watching from the doorway, tried not to laugh at hi
