I pace the length of my room at Eclipse Academy.
Three steps forward, turn, three steps back. I stop in front of the small wall mirror, staring into dark green eyes that feel entirely alien, before running a hand down my face and beginning to speak aloud— testing my own vocal cords, testing my own shattered mind.
"My name is Leah Bellmoore," I whisper to the silent room, my voice rasping softly against the quiet walls. "Or at least, it used to be Rosante Leah."
I turn on my heel, pacing back toward the window, watching the dust motes dance in the amber light as I force the words out one by one.
"I belong— or belonged— to the Harvest Moon pack."
I stop at the edge of my bed, gripping the wooden bedpost as I look up at the ceiling, my voice growing tighter.
"Four packs, but only two a
