Rowena POV
Claude's eyes are wide. "Luna, this is a bad idea."
"Of course it is," I say as I disappear into my closet.
Claude peeks his head in the closet. "What are you doing?"
"Packing," I say certainly.
"You are packing to go to war?" Claude says with a chuckle.
"Should I not be?" I respond.
"No," Claude rolls his eyes. "There is nothing you will need."
"So, you are coming with me?" I ask hopefully.
"Is there any way that I can talk you out of this?" Claude responds.
"Nope," I clip. "This is my fight. Not my mates."
Claude sighs loudly. "Then we will need to get going."
"Do you know where they have gone?" I ask Claude as I put on my shoes.
"Not exactly, but I have a pretty good idea," Claude replies.
"That's good enough for me," I respond as I cross my bedroom.