RED MOON

Freya's POV

This afternoon finds me curled up on the lounge, legs tucked under me and a book balanced lightly between my hands. The quiet, steady rhythm of reading has always provided an escape, and today is no exception. The pages recount stories of wars and triumphs from long ago—detached facts that bring a strange sort of solace. History, with its emotionless documentation, has always been my haven.

"Luna Freya!"

The sudden, ...