Selene's POV
Petra didn't look like someone with something to hide.
That was the thing that struck me most when she walked into the room — how completely ordinary she appeared. Twelve years in this pack had settled into her bones like furniture into a familiar house. She moved without hesitation, sat without fidgeting, folded her hands on the table with the ease of someone who had nothing to fear from a conversation with the Luna.
Either she didn't know we had found her, or she was very, very good.
I was betting on the former. But I kept my expression neutral either way.
Ronan had set the room up carefully — not an interrogation space, nothing that would trigger immediate defensiveness. Just a small meeting room off the administrative corridor, the kind used for logistics briefings and supply coordination. Unremarkable. Safe-feeling. The kind of room where a senior communications officer would expect to discuss routine matters.
