|Luna Moore|
My lungs burn as I push myself harder, my feet pounding against the track in a relentless rhythm. The evening air is crisp against my sweat-slicked skin, but I barely register it. I just keep running, the sound of my own breathing drowning out everything else.
I need to clear my head.
I need to stop thinking about Aurelia and what might be happening to her right now.
But no matter how many laps I run, I can't get the image of her pale face, the fear in her eyes, and the faint tremor in her voice out of my damn mind.
Faster.
I push harder, my muscles screaming in protest. I don't care. I'd rather feel this pain than the gut-wrenching helplessness clawing at my chest.
Just as I round another lap, a figure steps onto the track ahead of me, and I know exactly who it is bef
