POV: Luna
I freeze, every muscle in my body tensing.
"Who are you?" I demand out loud, even though the voice is in my head.
Laughter. Dark and amused.
"You don't recognize me? How disappointing. Though I suppose we've never properly met. Not face to face, anyway."
"Show yourself."
"Not yet. I'm not ready for that particular reunion. And neither are you, little Eclipse."
The presence pulses again, and I feel it probing at my defenses. Testing my mark. Trying to read me.
I throw up mental walls the way Ryder taught me during training.
More laughter.
"Oh, you've learned some tricks. Good. You'll need them."
"What do you want?"
"What I've always wanted. What I've been working toward for centuries." The voice drops to something almost tender. "You, Luna. I want you."
Terror shoots
