Now the Observatory was deserted.

The chamber felt gloomy even after the blood had been cleaned off the stone floors and the shattered glass had been swept away.

Staring at the place where Matilda had fallen, I perched on the side of the bed where I had held her.

A decade.

Waking up in a quiet room for ten months.

It felt weighty to wear a crown for ten months.

My Luna was the cost of the pack's protection now that Rhys was gone.

The scroll.

It didn't shine.

It only served as a subliminal ...