Kane
The world came back into focus slowly, like emerging from deep water. I found myself in Darren's office, the familiar scent of leather and old books grounding me as the council's spell began to fade. My head pounded, but I could think clearly for the first time since seeing Luna.
"Kane?" Darren's voice was cautious. "Are you... you?"
I flexed my fingers, testing my control over my own body. The mistletoe I'd grabbed earlier burned in my pocket – a secret weapon against ancient magic that I'd read about in my father's old journals. "Yeah," I managed, my voice rough. "I'm me. The spell... it's weaker here."
"What?" Darren leaned forward, his eyes sharp. "How is that possible?"
"They cast it in Luna's room," I explained, the realization dawning. "The magic is strongest there. But he
