C27 The Price of Fate

When Selene woke, dawn had barely touched the horizon. The air inside her room was cold, still, and heavy the kind of silence that didn’t feel empty, but watched.

Her head throbbed from the lack of sleep. Every time she’d closed her eyes, the memory of last night replayed the Moon’s light, the pull in her chest, the way everyone stared at her like she’d stolen something sacred