Luna—poor Luna—ironically, she’s the one person among the five of us who got a happy ending, but it came far too late to spare her the pain. The sweet, carefree girl we knew in school is gone. Now, she’s jaded, hardened, and struggling with a terrible case of posttraumatic stress disorder. She didn’t have the luxury of being paired with someone who at least cared about her. She was sold as spoils of war to Walden Macnair, which was about the cruelest thing the Dark Lord could have done to her. Even notwithstanding the fact that the man was old enough to be her father, she loved creatures, and he loved killing them. She cared about everyone, and he didn’t care about anyone. Worse, grade-A sociopath that he was, he found ways to torment her without hurting her "breeding potential." By the time he died, he’d slowly scarred her from head to toe with a knife, the occasional whip, and a few burns, and there’s a patch of hair above her left ear that won’t ever grow back.