Penelope's POV

I can't sleep. Every time I close my eyes, I see Timothy's face from tonight. The way his eyes went wide when I touched his hand. The way he pulled back like I'd shocked him.

He felt it too. I know he did.

I roll over in my narrow bed and stare at the clock. 2:47 AM. The Moon Ceremony is tomorrow night, and Timothy said he'd tell me something important later. My stomach flips every time I think about it.

"You're being ridiculous," Lyra, my wolf, grumbles in my head. "He clearly ...