Luna felt a renewed sense of determination as she left the Night brothers’ estate that evening, her heart racing with the weight of what she’d learned. She could no longer ignore the magical heritage flowing through her veins or the dangers that came with it. She needed guidance, and there was only one person she could turn to: her Aunt Helena.
The next morning, she approached Helena in their cozy, sunlit kitchen, nerves evident in her voice. "Aunt Helena," she began, her gaze steady yet pleading, "I need you to teach me spells, all that you know about our lineage. If I’m going to face the Order, I can’t be unprepared."
Helena’s hands stilled as she poured her tea, her expression thoughtful. She set down the kettle, turning to face Luna with a look of both pride and concern. “Are you cer
