REIKA'S POV 

A knock sounded on my door, and I finally uncurled myself from my position on the bed, and wiped off the tears left on my face. 

I straightened my clothes, ran my hands through my hair, and glanced into the mirror. My reflection stared back — tired, pale, but composed enough. I couldn’t afford to look weak. Expecting King Jon on the other side, I drew a steadying breath and opened the door.

It wasn't the Lycan King that stood there. It was Luna Odessa, looking as arrogantly regal as she usually did. 

She didn't even wait for my invitation to come in, just breezed in like she...