Andrey and Morgana settled onto the plush sofa across from Luna. The room was quiet except for the faint sounds of the fighting ring filtering through the walls. Luna remained perched on her living seat, her tail swaying lazily as she studied them with sharp, curious eyes.
Luna's lips curved into a playful smile. "Perhaps Morgana hasn't properly introduced me yet. So allow me—I am Luna, the ruler of this arena. A pleasure to meet you, Andrey Thompson."
Morgana leaned back, her posture relaxed but her red eyes steady. "As I told you before, the one you see beside me is now my Master."
Luna's gaze flickered between them, her smile turning more intrigued. "That's quite a bold declaration, Morgana. I'm still struggling to understand why you would make such a choice."
Morgana met her gaze without hesitation. "Because I don't approve of the current leadership. They're reckless, demanding, and they treat our lives as expendable. I refuse to be a pawn in their games any longer."
