“You three…go. Your parents are waiting for you in the main hallway to take you back. I can sense them. You’re not my children to discipline, but as your Luna, I'm really angry with you. I trust their punishments will suffice. Even if Eve and Eden instigated this, you don’t have to follow. Go.” My mom’s tired, beyond mad at the point of simmering, and unable to really verbalize her rage. It’s almost midnight, and it’s been one of the longest days of my life. My bed is screaming for me, and I’m itchy with the dirt and grime covering my hair, body, and clothes. It smells like burnt hair and feels like greasy ash.
“I’m sorry, Mom. I really am.”
“At least one of you is….. that has to be something…. I need you both to promise me that you will never do this again. Never break the rules regardi
