Luna was following the group that was led by Cecile and the rest of the gang at the very back of the trail. She furrowed her brows as she looked at the current active leader of the group walking back home without any hesitation. She pondered as she looked at the dancing grasses that accompanied her feet as he made steps.
( What tremendous aura ) thought Luna as she felt the fraction of a second in which Lyon let out a glare toward his own woman. ( I can't believe it, this is the first time I've seen him getting mad at his loved ones, would he also do that to me, were I in Cecile's shoes? ) Luna shook her head before darting her glance back at Cecile who was leading at the front.
The woman was composed. She had her hands opened, and not fisted. Her breathing was normal like any other would. There was no chance in her steps, nor in her overall behavior. The stern word that called her name didn't budge her at all.
