Lunaris: Blood of the Forgotten

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est, I never wan

that sounds like a potion ingredient? But when the acceptance letter came-with that thick parchment, that silver wax seal shape

irst sign some

the storm rolled in the mom

buildings loomed over the narrow trail, and a crow sat on a branch just watching me like I was a joke it w

n't a

eyed, dressed like she belonged in a punk band. A guy beside her looked like he'd rather chew glass than talk to anyone. There wa

s was

era

d a bridge that didn't exist until we re

ace alive. Lanterns floated on their own, casting an odd silver glow over the stone paths. The main building

is Academy," a vo

e she was. Headmi

ith silver streaks in her hair that shimmered even though there wa

rm. But because your blood remembers what your mind cannot. This is yo

orry,

t basically threatened our lives. I forc

e swirling behind her like mist,

to me and whispered, "She says stuff like that to

ate,"

Nao

" I re

grinned. "You're not li

meant, but I just shrugg

re sc

that

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a crescent. The wood walls were carved with moons, stars, and wolves-seriously, actual wolves

eel like a

like a

ross the hall and kept poking her head in, throwing b

," she said. "Don't break

hy

n these woods that only com

ttle. "You're

t reach her eye

ea

al for "dusk rounds," whatever that meant. Naomi said we had to walk to the observatory for a "

my coat that I noticed so

end

I didn't remember packing it. But it had my initials carved on the

ir

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anterns hovered on both sides, lighting the trail, but the trees be

"They say the first full moon awakens whatever's

ft h

ing under your skin. Like your

ered. "Sounds

silver beams, stone floors. A mural of constel

twenty of us. Tw

t's

hing us like we were test subjects. He said nothing. Just st

the last,

what?" som

ts. Survivors. Cursed

ut ever

od. The ache when the moon rises. You've lived unaware for

e temperat

rabbed

moonlig

the second it touched my skin, something inside snapped. I gasp

t the o

ll too. The res

was hot. Burning, like it wanted to melt into my s

observatory-why was there e

ection

lin

't me a

ilver eyes, sharp canines, and shadows swirling around

rif

ned forward

ever meant

ything w