Chapter Forty-Nine:
The transition from the wild, primal energy of the werewolf territory to the sterile, suburban quiet of Luna's old home was jarring. The air here didn't taste of pine and ancient magic; it tasted of dust and forgotten memories.
Luna stepped into the living room, her movements fluid and predatory, and dropped onto the worn leather couch. Amelia stood near the door, her frame tense, her eyes darting around the domestic setting as if expecting an ambush from the floral curtains.
"Chieftess Raven—" Amelia began, her voice tight with confusion.
"Call me Raven," Luna interrupted, her voice cool and detached. "Since we aren't beneath the canopy of the forest, there is no need for titles. Out here, I am just a girl in a house."
Amelia shifted her weight, her claws twitching slightly. "Okay... Raven. I still don't understand. I thought we were leaving to hunt. Why are we sitting in a graveyard of human furniture?"
