When I told Mordecai my plan on granting fertility, he looked more ecstatic than anyone else I told.

“I’m so proud of you. You’re taking your responsibilities as Luna so seriously,” he had said. That ominous churning in my stomach had ramped it up to an eleven. It became harder to eat the raspberry cheesecake bar, so I left right after.

Mordecai. To him, I’m the Luna of Nox, which is both a good thing, a bad thing and a scary thing. It’s good I’ve been able ...