Azura's POV
The room felt way too quiet now.
The moon had moved higher, looking down on the world with that cold, silver light. On the walls, the torches were burning low, their flames dancing and flickering as the oil ran out.
Genevieve was standing just a few feet away. She had her hands folded neatly in front of her, looking as calm and collected as a queen. But there was a look in her eyes that made me feel like this wasn't just a "goodnight" visit. She had something on her mind.
I waited, my heart doing a nervous little dance.
"You're going to learn, child, that the first month of being a Luna comes with a lot of obligations," she said softly.
I felt my shoulders go stiff. Obligations. Whenever people in power use that word, it usually means something I'm not going to like.
"There are customs," she continued, her voice steady. "Rules that every Luna has to follow, no matter what."
