Lyra's eyes widen slightly the moment her gaze lands on me. She probably wasn't expecting me to be here; neither was I to see her here.
Why is she here? Especially with him.
A bitter taste fills my mouth as I stare at the two. The Alpha of the Moonstone is standing right beside her; he hasn't seen me yet.
The Luna—or rather the fake Luna of Moonstone—passes a glance at Tom, and she cocks her brows, a smirk forming on her lips.
After her fake announcement of being the Luna, people start to disperse around, probably to gossip. Linda Grayson strolls in our direction, her eyes fixed on the man beside me.
Tom is fuming, but there is something else in his eyes: fear. He is afraid of Linda? But why?
The group follows Linda as they approach us, all of their gazes light and relaxed. How the tables have turned; in the previous gatherings, Moonstone didn't mingle and kept to themselves. While this time, it's us, the Midnights, that are by ourselves.
