POV: MIGUEL
The dreams had been getting worse.
Every night for the past week, Miguel found himself in that frozen neighborhood. Talking to Luna. Watching her fade away piece by piece.
But tonight was different.
Tonight, he woke up at 3 AM drenched in sweat. Heart racing. The dream still vivid in his mind.
Luna had looked so damaged. Bruised. Bleeding. Like she was fighting for her life at that school.
And he couldn't do anything to help her.
Miguel lay in bed staring at the ceiling. His phone sat on the nightstand. Dark. Silent. No messages. No calls.
Luna's parents had stopped updating him weeks ago. Said it was better to let her focus on training. To not distract her with human world problems.
But the disappearances were getting worse.
Three more this week. Kids from school. Pe
