Brandon swiftly caught the High Luna's wrist, his grip firm yet controlled, stopping her from advancing further in her rising fury. The air between them thickened instantly, laced with the sharp scent of her anger. She turned her head slowly, her eyes glowing faintly with a dangerous, predatory gleam—the most vicious look he had ever seen from her.
"Allow us to deal with this."
"You and who?" she asked, her forehead creasing as suspicion clouded her sharp gaze.
"The three of us."
"No," she snapped, shaking her head. She attempted to move past him, her aura flaring, but his next words froze her mid-step.
"Mother, don't dive into this issue yet."
"Why?"
"She is very dangerous."
"What?"
"Moon-fall, my High Luna," Lunara's voice flowed in, soft and calculated. She curtsied gracefully, wearing a flawlessly innocent smile that barely concealed the tension beneath. The High Luna's eyes narrowed menacingly at her before she released a slow, irritated sigh.
"What is it?"
