/Reed POV/

There’s a heavy hand on my shoulder, holding me tight enough to let me know that trying to get away wasn’t a good idea. I twisted my head towards Rowan, who mirrored the same expression. A sigh escaped my parted lips, tearing my eyes to look at the Luna in front.

“Mom.”

“We need to talk.” Her nostrils flared, eyes shifting around the living hall, her tone sounding grave. “Now!”

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