Mara
It was the day before the handover.
People had been calling me Luna for weeks now, but tomorrow it would become real—official. The title would carry weight. Expectations. Authority. Responsibility. And though I held my head high, I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t nervous.
How did Natasha handle this? How did Martha?
The thought of her pulled me from my reflection. She hadn’t left her room in days. Not a word. Not even to Lacy. No one seemed to be paying attention—not Vander, not Darian. Everyone was too busy preparing for tomorrow. But I saw the signs. I recognized the silence. Those were symptoms of something darker—real depression.
And though it wasn’t my place to interfere, I couldn't ignore it.
I just… wished someone in her family would see her before it was too late.
I shook
