~ Elara ~
From inside the Uber, I watched droplets trace erratic patterns down the window.
"First time at Lunaris?" the driver asked, catching my eyes in the rearview mirror.
"Is it that obvious?" I managed a weak smile.
He chuckled. "You've got that look—half excited, half terrified. Seen it before with folks heading to interview there." His eyes flicked to my outfit. "Though you're dressed mighty fancy for an interview."
"It's a gala," I clarified, my fingers instinctively finding the silver streak in my hair. The strange new feature that had appeared just hours ago. Another unexplained change to add to the growing list: glowing eyes, heightened senses, sudden aversions to certain foods, and now this—hair turning silver overnight.
"Ah, the big event. Stone's wife hunt party," the d
