Between the intruder and the mention of his mother, my palms begin to twitch and ache. Both my palms splay forward.
A red shockwave, a perfect oval the size of the door flies out of my hands, and I watch as the intruder goes flying back into the tree that is in front of our cottage.
“How excellent, Elena!” King Harvey praises me with a wide grin and a twirling hug.
Looking down at my warm trembling hands, I gasp. Is this the power I hold in me? This is my awakened luna power?
My power keeps us up all night. King Harvey puts us to bed at four in the morning and before I know it, it is noon.
Right now, I stare at the clock in front of me. I have never slept in this late. King Harvey remains snoring softly beside me, with his arm draped around my waist. His sleeping face is always so sm
