The Luna's Reborn

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and, feeling a stinging ache in my side with every step. A gash along my ribcage, Cassian's fare

er of my failure as the sticky warmth seeps through my fingertips. Cassian has never been known to hold back, so I wasn't surprised he w

ssian," my voice a whisper in the

ore. It aches harder this time, though. It's not the actual injury, but rather what it stands for: his bel

In a nearby puddle, I spy my reflection. The tempest raging within of me is reflected in my fu

't over," the words slipping

lty Amo

miliar smell of my pack wafts toward me as I get closer, blending with the smokey perfume of the fire pit that neve

e racing, planning my next course of action. The fact is, I have to maintain my co

s greets me as I ent

ila's back!" in a tone that is a

ut there?" as she looks around

imistic than anything else,

tive gazes pierced me, but I refuse to let them know how de

n a firm, unflinchin

ng nods, while others exchange doubtful looks. Seth, the tall, bro

in a careful, low voic

ok and interrupted hi

laws in my façade, but their eyes dart with uncertainty. I w

entrate on our next action. Avoid any dist

h returns to the crowd after nodding. The sound of boots on the wooden flo

younger warriors, Kira, asks. Her

. We'll follow the trail, though. Mira is still out there, and

s on Re

covered in flickering shadows as the faint candlelight flickers. My ribcage scar serves as a

It is an indication of failure. A testament to my decline. In my mind, I can prac

ke you feel inferior. You a

y individuals to believe they can manipulate and destroy me. Cassian won't be the last; he wasn't the first. But, this

My eyes were icy, cunning, and brimming with a fierc

gs she instilled in me about power, st

her suffer," the promise becoming

e door. My heart is pounding as I cover the wound with a shirt

mand, hardly contr

with fear. "She's been spotted h

ey are dangerous...even cursed...I've never shied away from a challenge. Wh

clare in a stern tone

earch

hat are said to be haunted by ghosts from the past. Mi

shoulder and strapping a knife to my thigh. I can

survive ano

pace for uncertainty. There is no space for hesitation. Stopping now

y way to the door. My skin tingles from the cold, yet I accept it. Although I've been there b

ng like bony fingers toward the sky. I have keen sen

e terrain becomes more rocky. The trees split apart, and the entrance to the

ithin, I hear the faint e

s pre

lt. My senses are being sharpened by the adrenaline that is rushing through me.

ith my dagger at the ready, I t

e shadows a

owed by someth