Luna's POV

The fresh grass scent of the field hockey pitch fills my nostrils as I stand at the entrance, my heart hammering against my ribs. The last time I was in a field competition, everything went wrong.

My breathing quickens as the memories flood back—that crushing feeling of weakness overtaking me when I needed strength most.

"Luna." Maya's gentle voice cuts through my spiraling thoughts. She and Cassie appear beside me, their presence immediately grounding.

"Hey," Cassie says, her ...