Echoed Lullabies (Lunar Chronicles x Reader)

Chapter 16

She'd had the bridge built for herself out of very special glass, so that she could watch her soldiers from above—watch them train, watch them fight, watch them adapt to their new mutations—all without being observed herself. She was intrigued now by a pack who had just completed a second surgery for their genetic touch-ups a few days ago.

Some of them stood off from the group, constantly checking the fine fur on their knuckles, bouncing back and forth on their restructured limbs, while others were brawling and taunting one another.

Ensuring their place. Protecting their hierarchy.

Just like the animals they were.

Each thaumaturge beckoned to their assigned subjects, leading them through various formations. This too always fascinated her. How some of them would force the control, while others tried to seduce it from the men, like tender mothers.

She watched the faction with growing pleasure. Seven had lined up without question, leaving only one standing off from the rest.

She still remembered when the charcoal-haired boy had first arrived years ago. Even at ten years old he was stronger than the rest. Crouched on all fours, he had snarled at his thaumaturge, fangs fully bared, more wolf-like than any of them. Rebellion and hatred had glowed behind his bottle green eyes.

Even then, she could already tell. That one would make alpha.

And she watched him fight his way to the top. Finally, at fourteen, he did.

"Your Majesty."

She listed her head but didn't take her eyes off the boy. "Sybil."

Her head thaumaturge's heels clicked on the glass floor. She detected the ruffle of fabric as Sybil bowed.

Down in the cave, the boy was prowling a circle around his mistress—a young, blonde-haired girl who looked ghastly pale in her black coat. Her expression held a trace of anxiety, a tinge of exhaustion from the mental stability required to control this one for all those years.

"All special operatives have been temporarily relieved from their missions and returned to concealment status. We estimate two hundred, sixty operative deaths."

"The Earthens will notice the tattoos soon, if they haven't already. Be sure they take care to mask them well."

"Of course, Your Majesty. I'm afraid I also have one thaumaturge death to report."

Levana looked up, for a moment expecting to catch Sybil's reflection in the glass, but there was none, not in this window. Not in any of the royal windows. She'd made sure of that. And yet, after all these years, she still wasn't entirely used to it.

She raised an eyebrow, prompting Sybil to continue.

"Thaumaturge Jael. He was shot in the chest."

"Jael? It isn't like him to abandon his sanctuary, even in battle."

"One of his betas has informed me that Linh Cinder presented herself—it seems he was attempting to apprehend her personally."

Levana's nostrils flared and she turned back toward the training grounds, just as the young boy lunged for his mistress. Even after four years, even after making alpha, he was still a rebellious one.

The girl screamed and fell onto her back, before her entire body seized up in concentration. Even from her overlook, Levana could see beads of sweat forming on the girl's brow, sliding across her temple.

The boy opened his mouth, teeth glinting, then hesitated.

Levana couldn't tell what was fighting his animal instinct—the thaumaturge grasping for control, or the remnants of a little boy still clinging to the thoughts in his head.

"Jael's pack has already disbanded, except for the one beta who was found inside the Paris stronghold. I will send Thaumaturge Aimery to retrieve them."

The boy fell off his mistress, curling into a ball on his side. Trembling. Whimpering. In obvious pain.

Unsteady herself, the thaumaturge climbed to her feet and brushed the black regolith dust from her jacket. The regolith dust was everywhere in these caves—naturally created lava tubes that would never be clear, no matter how long they continued to develop and build within them. Levana hated the dust, the way it clung to her hair and nails, filled up her lungs. She avoided the tubes whenever she could, preferring to stay in the bright, glistening dome that housed Luna's capital and her palace.

"Your Majesty?" said Sybil.

"No, don't send Aimery," she said, her attention glued to the boy as he writhed in pain. Still fighting his mistress's control. Still struggling to keep his own mind. Still wanting to be a boy. Not a soldier. Not a monster. Not a pawn. "Let Jael's pack go. The special operatives have served their purpose."

Finally, the boy stopped twitching. The fine fur on his cheeks was wet with tears as he lay there, panting.

His mistress's gaze was fierce, as animalistic as her charges. Levana could almost hear the woman's orders, even though no words were being spoken. Telling him to get up. To join the line. To obey her.

The boy did. Moving slowly, painfully, he lifted himself up onto his slender legs and shuffled into the line. Head bowed. Shoulders hunched.

Like a scolded dog.

"These soldiers are nearly ready," Levana said. "Their genetic modifications are complete, their thaumaturges are prepared. The next time we strike against Earth, these men will be leading the attack, and there will be no disguising them."

"Yes, Your Majesty." Sybil bowed—this time Levana felt the respect rolling off her as much as heard it. "And may I also wish you my warmest congratulations on your engagement, My Queen."

Levana's left hand curled, her thumb running over the polished stone band on her finger. She always hid it in her glamour. She wasn't sure that anyone alive knew she still wore it. She herself so often forgot that it was there, but her finger was tingling tonight, since Emperor Kaito's acceptance of a marriage alliance.

"Thank you, Sybil. That will be all."

Another bow, then the retreating footsteps.

Below, the factions were beginning to disband, their training over for the day. The thaumaturges led them off through separate caves, into the natural labyrinth beneath Luna's surface.

It was peculiar to watch these men and boys, these creatures that had been only an experiment in her parents' time, but had become a reality under her rule. An army faster and stronger than any other army. The intelligence of men, the instincts of wolves, the pliability of children. They made her nervous, a feeling she hadn't experienced for many years. So many Lunars, with such peculiar brainwaves, that even she could not control them all. Not all at once.

These beasts—these scientific creations—would never love her.

Not like the people of Luna loved her.

Not like the people of Earth would soon come to.