*Estelle*

I should have spoken up about Isolde a week ago. If I had, Gabe wouldn’t have sent me off with her to learn about the responsibilities of being a Luna. I’d wanted to protest, but Gabe was so preoccupied with the upcoming feast that I hadn’t wanted to upset him. Things had been strange between us. I’d moved into his room, but it still felt like we barely saw each other.

We were still arguing. Gabe was driving me crazy with his insistence on always ...