Chapter 55 Onyx Under Siege

• Three days. Bobby pressed her palms against the cool stone of her bedroom windowsill, watching dawn creep across the Crescent Kingdom's manicured grounds. Three days since arriving in this place that felt more like a gilded cage than a sanctuary. Her muscles ached from yesterday's combat training, shoulders stiff from hours of practicing proper curtsies and diplomatic phrases that tasted like ash on her tongue.
• "We're getting stronger though," Bria offered, stretching languidly in her mind. "Yesterday's power flow felt different. More... contained."
• The wolf was right. Bobby flexed her fingers, remembering the sensation of lunar energy moving through her veins like liquid starlight rather than wildfire. Magnolia's patient guidance had begun to pay dividends, teaching her to breathe with the moon's rhythm instead of fighting against it. The silver glow no longer felt like it might consume her from within.