David chose not to respond to Luna's observation about Elara. Instead, he remained by the window, watching until the Archon disappeared around a distant corner. The silence between them stretched, heavy with unspoken implications.
In the quiet room, something changed. The air grew dense, charged with a primal energy that raised the fine hairs on David's arms. He didn't need to turn to know what was happening behind him—Luna's true nature emerging, the carefully maintained human facade slipping away.
A subtle growl vibrated the air, too low for ordinary human hearing but perfectly audible to David's enhanced senses. Warmth bloomed against his back as Luna drew closer. He remained still, feigning calm despite his quickening pulse.
Cold, sharp points traced delicately along the side of his neck—claws that could tear through armor now barely grazing his skin. Luna's breath brushed his ear, carrying the scent of winter forests and something ancient that defied description.
