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Chapter 10 - Chapter Ten

Luna

The scream died in my throat before it ever left my lips.

I sat bolt upright in bed, soaked in sweat, heart hammering like a war drum. My sheets clung to my skin, tangled around my legs like vines. The dream—no, the nightmare—was already fading, but the feeling clung to me. That voice, those words. The mist. The glowing eyes in the dark. The symbol.

It wasn't just a dream. I knew that now.

My breath came in sharp bursts as I stared at the shadows stretching across my room, waiting for them to shift into something else. Something watching.

"Luna?" Camille's voice cut through the haze. "You okay?"

She stood in the doorway, clutching a blanket around her shoulders. She must've heard me. Camille had stayed the night after we binge-watched bad horror movies and fell asleep halfway through the second one.

"Sorry," I whispered. "I… had a bad dream."

She didn't hesitate. She crossed the room and sat beside me, pulling her blanket over us both like a shield. "Wanna talk about it?"

I shook my head at first, but the tremor in my hands betrayed me. I hated how unsteady I felt. Camille noticed it too. She took my hand in hers and squeezed gently.

"Was it your mom again?"

"No. It was… something else," I murmured. "There was this symbol, and fog, and I heard voices. They called me… the daughter of dusk and moonlight."

Camille blinked at me, brows pinching. "That's creepy as hell. But kind of poetic?"

"I think it's connected to what happened," I whispered. "To the coma. To everything since."

Camille was quiet for a moment. Then she wrapped her arms around me and leaned her head on my shoulder. "Whatever it is, we'll figure it out. Together. You're not alone, Luna."

And for the first time in what felt like forever, I believed that.

Ethan

The halls of Silverwoods High never changed. Same peeling paint. Same buzzing lights. Same stench of cafeteria mystery meat wafting in from the commons.

But everything felt different.

I walked slower today. Watched more. Listened more. Especially when I spotted Luna stepping through the main entrance with Camille, her hair caught in a breeze I couldn't feel, eyes shadowed like she hadn't slept. Something about her was different.

She looked like someone who had seen things she wasn't ready for. I knew that look.

I meant to keep walking. I *should've* kept walking.

But then our eyes met across the crowd.

Just a second. A flicker. But it hit like lightning. A strange, deep ache opened in my chest. Recognition bloomed in the space between us, unspoken and raw.

I barely heard Camille say something that made Luna laugh—faint and broken but real. It sent a weird surge through me. I didn't know her. Not really. But I wanted to.

She turned away. The moment passed. I shoved it down like I always did.

She wasn't my problem. Not officially.

But tell that to the part of me that kept looking for her anyway.

Luna

By the time I reached my locker, I was doing everything I could to feel normal again. I tucked my hair behind my ear, smiled at Camille's sarcastic comment about Mr. Davenport's receding hairline, and opened my locker.

And found Rena Trevor standing beside me.

She didn't say anything right away. Just watched. Her eyes were sharp, intense, like she was calculating something just beneath the surface. I tried to ignore her and grabbed my books.

But then she spoke, quiet enough for only me to hear.

"You don't even know what you are."

I froze.

"What?"

She didn't repeat it. Just turned and walked away like she hadn't dropped a live grenade in my mind. My pulse pounded in my ears.

"Did you hear that?" I asked Camille.

"Hear what?" she blinked. "Rena? I mean, she is a weirdo, but she didn't say anything."

I stared after Rena, her figure slipping into the crowd. Her eyes had flicked to my arm before she walked off—as if she'd seen the symbol too.

How?

Why?

And what did she mean?

Samuel

The station's usual hum was replaced by quiet tension as I stood with Caelum Graves in my office. A map of the town was pinned behind us, red threads running across it—strings tying together places where strange reports had come in. Howls at night. Shadows moving where they shouldn't. A rash of wild animal attacks no one could identify.

"It's growing," Caelum said, voice low. "The veil's thinning. And she's the center of it."

I looked at him, jaw tight. "She's just a kid."

Caelum raised a brow. "She's not just anything. You've seen it, Samuels. You've *felt* it."

My fists curled at my sides. "She's my daughter."

He didn't argue. Just nodded slowly.

"All the more reason to prepare her. Before someone else gets to her first."

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Revenant POV

The wind carried the scent of secrets.

Cloaked in black, I stood on the edge of the tree line that bordered the high school. The building pulsed with life and innocence—so unaware of the power stirring inside one of their own.

Her aura shimmered faintly to me now. She didn't even realize it, but the awakening had begun.

"She's awakening," I whispered, the words carried by the wind to ears that no longer existed in this world.

Soon, the others would come. The bond would draw her in like gravity.

And once she understood who she was—what she was—there would be no turning back.

Luna

History class blurred together until one moment snapped me back into sharp focus.

I was doodling in the margin of my notebook when I glanced down and saw it. The same symbol from my dream.

But I hadn't drawn it.

It was just there —etched faintly in the paper like someone had burned it in.

I jerked back, knocking my pen off the desk. Ethan, seated two rows away, looked over. Our eyes met again.

This time, I didn't look away.

And neither did he.

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