POV: LUNA
Luna overslept.
The nightmares about Miguel kept her up until three. When she finally crashed, she slept through two alarms.
She threw on her training gear without showering. Grabbed her equipment bag. Sprinted across campus.
Professor Thorne stood at the training grounds entrance. Arms crossed. Face carved from granite.
"You're late, Eclipse."
"I know. I'm sorry. It won't happen again."
"See that it doesn't. Five laps. Now."
Luna dropped her bag and ran. Her muscles protested. Sleep deprivation made everything harder. But she pushed through.
By the time she finished, the other students were already paired off for exercises. Luna grabbed her bag and searched for an open space.
That's when she noticed.
Her training gloves. Shredded. Clean cuts along the palm grip. Preci
