Luna
"There isn't?" I asked, my voice breaking. "Then I'll never be normal?"
Willow's stern face softened slightly. "Normal is not what we're aiming for, Luna. You were never meant to be normal."
I looked down at my hands, feeling the familiar tingle of magic beneath my skin. The wolf inside me stirred restlessly.
"What I meant," Willow continued, "is that there isn't a way to make the two halves stop fighting. Instead, you must learn to make them dance together - to find harmony in their opposition."
She stood up from her wooden chair and beckoned me to follow her outside. The morning air was crisp and clear, with the scent of pine heavy around us. From inside the cabin, I could hear the soft cooing of the twins as they napped under the protection spell Willow had cast.
"Watch," she
