*Eden*
“Miss Newmoon! Miss Newmoon!”
The resounding knock nearly rattles the door to my room off its hinges. I cross over as quickly as possible and fling it open. “Yes, Mrs. Potter?”
The she-wolf is breathing heavily, her face flushed with excitement. “You have a caller. The Luna of Greywind herself. My word.” She presses her hand to her heaving bosom. “A Luna in my parlor. I never imagined... What tea should I prepare, do you think? Oh, it doesn’t matter. I shall prepare every flavor I have. I do wish I had cake. Biscuits seem so trite. Hurry. You mustn’t keep the Luna waiting.”
As my landlady scurries down the hallway toward the stairs, I follow at a more sedate pace, my stomach quivering with nervousness. Why ever has the Luna come to call?
By the time I reach the bottom of the st
