Chapter 8 Goodnight, my little mischief.

I have eighteen hours left out of the twenty-four that I was allowed to prepare. It was 7 o'clock at night, and I was too uncomfortable to eat dinner in front of hundreds of nervous and agitated werewolves. Both my presence and the notion that I was Luna made them uneasy. I simply know it.

I was also eager to learn their secrets because I knew they