POV: Luna
I wake up gasping, Miguel's name on my lips.
The dream was so vivid. So real.
He was there. Right there in front of me. Not distant or hazy like the other dream-links. This time I could see every detail of his face. The worry in his eyes. The fear.
"Luna." Nova's voice cuts through the darkness. "You okay?"
I sit up, pressing a hand to my chest. My heart is racing.
"Just a dream," I say, but my voice shakes.
"About Miguel?"
I nod, not trusting myself to say more.
Nova doesn't push. She just rolls over and goes back to sleep.
But I can't.
Because this wasn't like the other dreams.
This time, Miguel was trying to warn me.
I close my eyes and try to remember exactly what he said. The words felt urgent. Desperate.
Something about danger. Something about watching. Someth
