Avelina's deep-seated anger had bubbled right back to the surface, her tears fresh as she clutched at her father's robes.
"Father, you really have to help me deal with this. I completely lost to that wretched, miserable Lyanna today. I am terrified, father. I am so incredibly scared that I might actually lose Cedric to her forever."
Elder Wolfcrest's expression had darkened into a severe, calculating frown. For the past year, he had considered his daughter's eventual ascension to the role of Luna to be an absolute done deal, an unshakeable certainty.
He was completely blindsided to discover that the traditionally obedient, weak girl who was supposed to quietly fade away into nothingness was suddenly stepping into the light and showing her razor-sharp fangs.
After a long moment of heavy silence, he had patted his daughter's shoulder, his voice filled with a cold, terrifying promise. "My beautiful daughter, you need to calm yourself down for the time being."
