Mary Ann
I tucked the unsigned note deep into the bottom drawer of my desk in the Luna Wing and closed it firmly. The cruel words still echoed in my mind, but I refused to let them show on my face. Appearing frightened would only give whoever sent it power over me. I assumed it came from someone who resented the alliance, perhaps one of the families still hurting from the clashes or a woman who had hoped for a different Luna. It did not matter. I would not let fear dictate my actions. The Unity Festival was too important.
The next few days passed in a whirlwind of final preparations. I moved between the meadow, the kitchens, and the infirmary with steady purpose, double-checking supplies and making sure both packs felt included. The work kept my hands busy and my mind focused. Still, the
