"Anger is a fire. It can warm, or it can consume. The wise learn to wield it, the reckless burn everything around them."
The corridors of the Northern Shifter Kingdom echoed with the sharp, measured cadence of Luna Seraphine's heels. Each strike of leather against stone reverberated like a drumbeat, brittle with contained fury. Behind her trailed Selene and Thalia, their silence taut as a bowstring, their eyes cast downward as though they feared her wrath might lash out at them next. Valehart Nyra walked on Seraphine's left, calm as ever, her hands folded behind her back, her gaze fixed forward, unreadable. That calmness only stoked Seraphine's rage further.
