Spoiling the Luna

Talia POV

The moment Hilda finished speaking, the five elderly women surrounded me like wolves circling fresh prey.

I instinctively took one step backward.

“Oh no,” I muttered.

Sparrow snorted inside my head.

One of the women—a tiny grandmother with bright silver hair piled into an impossible bun—clapped her hands together.

“The future Luna! I told you she’d be prettier than Hilda described.”

“Oh