NICKOLAS: I sigh and go over to Luna, gently pulling the rooted moss off her clothes and out of her skin. "Moss, did you have to bite her?"
"She forced my hand . . . er, teeth! She pulled a knife on me!" The Moss complains. Thunder doesn't say anything, he is only focused on cleaning Moss's wounds. Luckily, Luna didn't stab her in the stomach.











