The crimson glow on Luna’s hands dimmed as the teachers retreated down the hall, but the fire in her chest refused to die. For the first time, she felt the thrill of control—not just over her abilities, but over her fate.
Alexander’s dark gaze followed the teachers until they disappeared around the corner. “Cowards,” he muttered.
Adrian turned to Luna, his expression unreadable. “This isn’t over. They’ll regroup.”
“We need to leave,” Alexander added, his tone sharp. “Before they bring reinforcements.”
Luna nodded, her pulse still racing. She expected the weight of fear to settle back in now that the immediate threat was gone, but it didn’t. Instead, determination coiled inside her.
“They know who I am. They know about my mother,” Luna whispered, her voice low but steady.
“And they’ll
