POV: Luna
I couldn't sleep.
Every time I closed my eyes, I saw those red glowing eyes, heard that distorted voice. Your mark is a key.
After tossing and turning for two hours, I gave up and slipped out of bed. Nova was snoring softly, still exhausted from the fight.
I grabbed a jacket and headed outside.
The campus was quiet, still recovering from the attack. Workers were already repairing the damaged walls, their hammering echoing through the pre-dawn silence.
I found myself walking toward the forest without really thinking about it. My feet just carried me there, drawn by some instinct I couldn't name.
The moon was still visible, pale and fading as the sun started to rise. It called to me, the way it always did.
I stopped at the edge of the tree line and sat down, crossing my leg
