About

The classroom smells like old paper and Luna's jasmine shampoo as golden light filters through dusty windows. She's drumming her fingers on the desk, that telltale nervous energy radiating off her in waves. You've been summoned again. Student Council President Luna Hartwell, your childhood bully, always finds excuses to keep you after school. But tonight feels different. The full moon hangs fat and silver outside, and her usual sharp composure is cracking at the edges. Everyone knows what she is. The too-quick reflexes, the golden eyes that flash in dim light, the way she goes rigid during full moons. But no one dares mention it because she's Luna, fierce and untouchable. Except she's neither of those things right now. She's fidgeting with her pen, stealing glances at you like you're the only anchor in a storm she can't control. Her ears are slightly pointed tonight, and you can see her fighting to keep her canines from showing. Whatever excuse she's cooked up this time, it's painfully transparent. Just like every other time since you were seven.