POV: Luna
I couldn't stop thinking about the symbol on Selene's door.
Someone inside Silverwood was helping the Thornhearts. Someone with access. Someone we saw every day.
Could it be Cole?
The thought made me sick.
That night, exhausted from guard duty and stress, I fell into a deep sleep.
The otherworld materialized around me slowly.
I was standing in the familiar clearing. But it felt different. Emptier somehow.
"Miguel?" I called out.
For a moment, nothing.
Then I felt him. Not a presence exactly. More like warmth in my mark.
A shimmer appeared. Barely visible. More suggestion than form.
Miguel.
Or what remained of him.
"Luna," his voice whispered. Faint. Like wind through trees.
"I need help," I said. "I don't know who to trust anymore."
The shimmer moved closer. I cou
