Cassidy
The estate was buzzing—like something deep in its bones had awakened. Guards passed quickly through the halls, arms full of reports and orders. The smell of ink and fresh parchment filled the war room, the scent lingering like tension itself. I spent the last few days learning how to use a computer. I sent messages to various people, leaders and division. Outside, the sound of hammers and shouted instructions echoed as refugees helped set up temporary shelters under Celeste's supervision. Inside, a different battle brewed: strategy.
Kieran had already left by dawn, swept into battle briefings with Alaric, Damon, and Orion. We only met at night and would immediately fall asleep in each other's arms. Freya had pulled me aside with a tight nod and a growing list of names—representatives from smaller supernatural groups, humans with leadership skills, displaced witches. All of them waiting to hear what this new Luna intended to do.
My Luna duties had truly begun.
