Daisy moved through the house in a daze, her limbs stiff but driven by an energy she didn’t understand. The Moon’s Tear still pulsed faintly at her throat, its glow dimmed after the battle, but the power coursing through her veins refused to settle. Her senses felt sharper, her body tense, her stomach gnawing with an ache that wasn’t just hunger—it was something primal.
You need to calm down, Twilight said in her mind, her tone steady but tinged with concern. You’re burning through energy faster than you should.
“I can’t,” Daisy muttered aloud, her voice low. “I feel… empty.”
Her feet carried her to the kitchen without conscious thought. The warm glow of the lights spilled out into the hallway, and the faint scent of coffee and baking filled the air. Inside, Mrs. Rodriguez stood by the
