POV: Luna
I can't sleep.
The charm bracelet has stopped glowing, but I can still feel it. That pull. That desperate connection to Miguel.
He's dying.
And I'm sitting here doing nothing.
I slip out of bed as quietly as I can and move to the window. The moon is full tonight, bright enough to cast shadows across the dorm room.
I press my forehead against the cool glass and close my eyes.
What am I supposed to do?
Every instinct screams at me to run. To leave right now. To find Miguel before it's too late.
But Nova's words echo in my head. "You're supposed to choose survival."
Choosing survival means staying here. Getting stronger. Waiting.
But what if waiting means Miguel dies?
"Can't sleep either?"
I turn to see Nova sitting up in her bed, watching me.
"Sorry. Did I wake you?"
