Luna’s dreams that night were restless, filled with dark forests, whispering shadows, and crimson eyes peering at her through the gloom. She kept hearing Felix's voice, the echoes of his revelations weaving through her mind like threads she couldn’t untangle. When she finally woke, the dawn light barely filtering through her curtains, a sense of urgency filled her. Today, something was coming—she could feel it.
At breakfast, Helena noticed her niece’s pale expression and placed a comforting hand on Luna’s shoulder. "You don’t look well, sweetheart. Bad dreams?"
Luna managed a small nod, trying to shake off the lingering unease. "Yeah… just a lot on my mind."
Helena studied her, eyes filled with understanding. "Sometimes, facing things head-on is the only way to find peace, Luna. Secrets
