Luna's POV

I step off the bus and my stomach drops to my feet. The field looks like a war zone, but instead of soldiers, there are reporters everywhere. Camera crews with huge equipment, people with microphones, and men in expensive suits talking into phones.

What the hell is going on?

"Luna!" Maya appears out of nowhere and grabs my arm. Her grip is tight, almost painful. "This way, quick!"

She drags me toward the locker room while I try to process what I'm seeing. A woman with bright red ...