POV: Mia (Zero)
I couldn’t sleep.
Not because of the message, or the memories, or the headache that still pulsed just behind my eyes.
It was the moon.
The full curve of it had crested the edge of the sky like a wound, bleeding silver over the compound. I could feel it on my skin, in my teeth. It wasn’t pulling me toward a shift—not fully—but it was whispering.
Calling.
Something primal stirred in my blood, and for the first time since I woke in this place, I didn’t feel like I was losing control.
I felt like something inside me was waking up.
I pulled on the black jacket Alex had given me the night before. The fabric was worn in at the elbows, his scent still clinging faintly to the collar. It wasn’t meant for warmth—it was meant to ground me. He hadn’t said so, but I knew.
I walk
