Luna’s demeanor was different, her stance tense and guarded. “What’s going on, sweetheart?” George said in a soft voice, trying to calm her down with a lullaby he used to sing to her before going to sleep. But it didn’t help; Luna wouldn’t let him get any closer.
Despite his initial shock, an overwhelming sense of relief and happiness washed over him. Luna was alive! She was well! George’s heart swelled with a joy he hadn’t felt in months. But soon a whirl of questions took over his mind. Why was she acting this way?