A sudden hush fell over the room as the large wooden doors creaked open. All eyes turned, breath caught, and time itself seemed to still. There she stood, framed by the archway, tall and commanding, her long, jet-black hair streaked with a vibrant shade of blue that shimmered with every movement. The years—or perhaps realms—had done nothing to dull her wild beauty or her undeniable presence.
Marcus froze mid-step.
Kai's jaw slackened, a rare sight that Samantha would have laughed at under normal circumstances.
Callum simply narrowed his eyes, assessing the stranger with that sharp, cold calculation of someone who hadn't learned how to feel yet.
Samantha was the first to break the silence.
"Luna?" Her voice was barely a whisper, choked with disbelief and something dangerously close to hope.
The woman grinned. "Still dramatic, huh, Samantha?"
