Luna's POV

My head feels like someone is hammering nails into my skull. The pain is sharp and constant, making it hard to think clearly. I try to remember what happened, but everything feels foggy and distant.

I attempt to call out for help, but my voice comes out as barely a whisper. My throat feels raw and dry, like I haven't had water in hours. Maybe days. I have no idea how long I've been unconscious.

"Help," I try to say, but the word is so quiet that even I can barely hear it.

I try to ...