CHAPTER 35
THE RED MOON
BETTY'S POV
I barely slept.
Every time I closed my eyes, I saw the red clothes Lisa had brought me and remembered the plan we had agreed to in whispers.
Tomorrow.
That was what I had kept telling myself.
Tomorrow, I might finally have a chance.
Tomorrow had arrived too quickly.
It was my birthday.
The thought crossed my mind sometime after sunset, quiet and strange beneath everything else I was feeling. I was eighteen now, though there was no celebration waiting for me, no Jasper trying to make something out of whatever he could find, and no Emilia talking too loudly while Rosia pretended she wasn't enjoying the noise.
Instead, I sat alone in my room and listened to the Pack House preparing for the Red Moon celebration.
By the time darkness settled over
