THE LUNA WHO CONQUERED DEATH
Chapter 11: Truth and Lies
I woke the next morning feeling like I'd been hit by a truck.
Every muscle ached. My head pounded. Even opening my eyes required effort. The price of using power I wasn't ready for, Katherine had warned. I hadn't realized it would feel like this.
My phone showed 5:15 AM. Fifteen minutes until training.
I dragged myself out of bed, downed three ibuprofen, and forced my protesting body into workout clothes. Lucas would understand if I skipped today. Marcus definitely would.
But I wouldn't.
Weakness invited questions. Suspicion. I needed to maintain the facade of the Luna, who was simply getting stronger through training, not the seventh generation daughter whose powers were manifesting early.
The training grounds were still dark
