Make Our Move

Leo's POV. The full moon hung heavy in the night sky, its silvery light filtering through the ornate windows of our guest quarters in the Lunaris royal palace. I paced back and forth, my wolf restless beneath my skin, clawing to get out. It had been days since our last proper run, and the confinement was starting to get to all of us. Logan sprawled across an overstuffed armchair, his nose buried in yet another dusty tome from the royal library. Luca was perched on the windowsill, absently tossing a baseball from hand to hand as he stared out at the moonlit gardens below. "Will you stop pacing?" Logan growled, not looking up from his book. "You're making me dizzy." I shot him a glare but complied, flopping down onto the plush carpet instead. "I can't help it," I grumbled. "Something feels off. About this whole situation." Luca caught the baseball one last time before turning to face us. "You mean besides the fact that our little Emily is some prophesied magical hybrid who's supposed to