POV: Luna
It happens three nights after the Moon Circle ceremony.
I'm sleeping when my mark begins to burn.
Not the usual warmth. Not even the hot pulse I've gotten used to.
This is different.
This is pulling.
I wake up gasping, clutching my wrist.
The Eclipse symbol is glowing so bright it illuminates the entire room.
"Luna?" Nova sits up in her bed. "What's happening?"
"I don't know. My mark. It's—"
The pull intensifies.
Suddenly I'm not in my bed anymore.
I'm standing.
But not in my dorm. Not anywhere at Silverwood.
I'm in a place between places. A space that's neither here nor there.
The otherworld.
"No," I say out loud. "I didn't choose this. I'm not ready for—"
"The mark chooses," a voice says.
The goddess appears before me. Made of moonlight. Beautiful and terrible
