"Luna?" Kyle's voice cracked as he pushed himself off the floor, eyes wide in disbelief.
The entire hall froze for a second—then whispers started spreading like a current through the gathered relatives. Faces turned, questions floated under their breath.
"Who is she?"
"I've never seen her before."
"Wait… did he say Luna?"
Most of them had no idea who this girl was. Only three people in that room did—Miles, Kyle, and Silvey.
Chester slammed his palm on the table, furious. "How dare you, girl! Guards—capture that girl!"
Before anyone could move, a sharp voice cut through the chaos.
"No one. Dare. To move."
Miles had stepped in front of Luna, his voice cold as ice. The words struck like thunder. Every guard hesitated as his gaze swept across the room.
Gordon rose from his chair, his cane trembling in his hand. "Enough!" he shouted. "What is the meaning of this, Miles?"
