POV: Luna
Three days pass.
I don't remember much of them.
Nova and Ryder take turns staying with me. Making sure I eat. Making sure I sleep. Making sure I'm not alone.
The Academy gives me space. No classes. No training. No expectations.
Just grief.
On the fourth day, I finally leave my room.
Not because I feel better. I don't think I'll ever feel better.
But because staying in bed staring at the ceiling isn't helping.
Nova walks with me to the Great Hall for breakfast. Students stare as we pass, but no one says anything.
They know.
Everyone knows about Miguel.
About the human boy who died because he loved a wolf.
We sit at our usual table. Aria, Sienna, and Lyric are already there. They look relieved to see me.
"Luna," Aria says gently. "We're so sorry."
I nod. Words still
