"What is your name?" Elara asked as soon as they began to eat.
"Lunara"
"Nice name. How did you come up with such a beautiful name?" She further asked, looking at Luna Theresa.
"A four-year-old she-wolf with a supernatural insight who sees visions of the future gave her the name the day she was born."
"Wow! What is the connection between her future and the name?" Elara asked, holding her spoon firmly.
"She foretold that she would be a great Luna."
Elara's spoon fell off and landed on the glass plate that was before her. She picked it up gently, looked at Oliver, and returned her gaze to Luna Theresa.
His throat dried up and he began to cough. Lunara, who was sitting next to him, gave him a glass of water. The cough stopped as soon as he gulped down the whole contents of the glass.
"Thank you," he said with a neutral tone. He lifted his gaze and all eyes were on him. Their worries were also apparent.
