Luna’s Point Of View

My eyes fluttered open to the dim glow of candles flickering in my chambers. The air was thick with the scent of sage and lavender, Mira's doing to chase away the shadows of the eclipse. My head throbbed like I'd been hit by a falling branch, and my body felt heavy, pinned to the furs on my bed by an invisible weight. The stone walls of my room pressed in close, familiar but suffocating tonight—carved with protective runes that had guarded me since I was a pup, now ...