43 | Run Luna

*** POV Unknown 2

There are perks to using a galley as a war room. Not the least of which is the smell. My mother had always said the scent of good food alone was better than most healing herbs.

But for some reason, in this moment, the aroma that usually brought comfort and focus was doing the opposite. I felt… a huge sense of unease. Quickly, I scanned the room, my gaze landing on the spits being turned slowly by a steward. A surge of anger welled up in me, completely out of proportion to the scene before me.

“What the fuck…” I muttered, shaking my head in disbelief. Why am I getting all worked up over roast beast?

And then it hit me. “Ah,” I sighed, a grim understanding settling over me. “She’s awake.”

I stood up and walked toward the door and stairwell that would take me down toward the infirmary and wards, my steps quickening with purpose.

Just before I reached it, my gamma, Raven, appeared in the doorway, his expression conflicted.

“Their Luna,” he began, hesitating as if searchi