Luna's eyes narrowed on them when she saw the way they looked at her, as if surprised to see her standing there. The expression on their faces was so exaggerated it looked ridiculous to her, given how rude and unpleasant their words had been just minutes ago. The memory of their sharp tones still scratched at the back of her mind, like splinters she couldn't quite pull free.
But now they looked pale, drained of color, like they had seen a ghost standing in the hallway with them. Fear replaced their gossip, and silence fell thick between them, heavy enough that Luna could hear the faint rasp of her own breathing.
_Were they thinking she was about to report them to the Lycan King?_ Luna wondered, the thought sliding through her mind while she observed them. She kept her face neutral, but inside, her stomach twisted with a mix of wariness and something darker. The air between them felt charged, like the moment before a storm.
