Isla smiled apologetically and knew that people were not sympathetic to her. If there was only one person that Isla could rely on now, it was only herself.
Eloise's demeanor changed when she saw Isla's face and aura. There were still tear streaks all over Isla's cheeks, but she smiled at Eloise and her beauty looked remarkable that night.
Standing elegantly like this, Isla really looked like a proper Luna that exuded confidence.
"Apologies for my rude behavior," Isla said. "I am not in a good mood right now. What else can I do for you, Miss Witch?"
"Who are you?" Witch Eloise asked.
"My name is Isla, the Luna of Obsidian Sand Pack."
"Are you related to Leland?" Eloise suddenly asked in a quiet tone.
"Yes." Isla didn't realize by telling the truth, she was inviting her own doom. Eloise was in an extremely bad mood and wanted to vent her anger to anyone.