Nefretiri
"You sure you want to do this here?" Cabe looked around the hall. The chaos was still building, and Luke was the only thing holding Ivan back from attacking the elf lord. He was the one less affected by all this. The younger children are trying to stop their parents from losing it.
"We don't have a choice," I closed my eyes, trying to figure this out.
"Luna," I snapped my head around to see Greg. He held Penelope, staring at everyone like they'd lost their minds. "I need to get you out of here. It's about to be a bloodbath."
"You're okay?" He didn't seem angry or lost in the insult war, and Penelope wasn't crying in his arms.
"Yeah, I'm fine," he said, still looking worried. "Taylor and Brandon are, too. They're trying to get the pups out of here."
