POV: Luna
I don't sleep that night.
Instead, I sit at my desk with my grandmother's journal open in front of me, reading by the light of a small lamp.
The warning note sits beside the journal, those four words staring at me.
"Your past will catch up."
Who left it? And what do they know about my past that I don't?
I turn another page in the journal. My grandmother's handwriting is beautiful, each letter carefully formed. But the words themselves are dark.
"The mark appeared on my sixteenth birthday, just as Mother warned it would. She told me to hide it. To never let anyone know what I am. But how can I hide when the moon itself has branded me?"
I trace my fingers over my own mark. The crescent moon partially swallowed by shadow.
My grandmother had the same mark. The same curse.
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