A strange sensation coursed through my body, an unease I couldn’t shake. My skin prickled, my chest tightening as if something unseen was pressing down on me.
I shifted my weight from foot to foot, trying to brush it off as nerves. That had to be it.
But then—Serenity’s voice cut through the tension like a knife.
“Luna Mishele, come here.”
Her tone was sharp, firm—not a request, but a command.
Every instinct in me screamed to stay put. But something about the weight of her words, the sheer authority in them, made my body move before my mind caught up.
I hesitated only for a second before stepping forward, each step feeling heavier than the last.
Selene stood beside her mother, her face carefully composed, but I didn’t miss the flicker of annoyance in her eyes. She didn’t want me nea
