Died as His Luna, Returned as His Nightmare

lin'

my eyes fl

nt. My chest heaved violently, and the frantic,

breat

nality of my death in The Stone Quarters. I remembered my spirit fading away into nothingness at the graveyard.

let me fade. She had sen

dy... it felt entirely alien. It was a fragile, bird-like cage of bones, comp

The room around me was a blur of soft pink walls and a vanity table cluttered with girl

he vanity to pull myself up and

e confirmed my impossible

like a porcelain doll on the verge of shattering. Wide, frightened eyes stared back at me. This was not the fa

brushing the stranger's cheek. I

memories crashed into my skull,

ng my lungs. I had been in the garden. I was alwa

t, pathetic suffering. I was Kaitlin Padilla. I had a stern, dist

vessel. The agony of Elara's rejection and death mixed with the suffocati

Goddess, yo

picture of absolute relief. She dropped the towels in her hands a

s was Willow Hayes, my personal maid. Her concern was genuine, a s

whisper. The voice that came out w

ater to my lips. "You gave us such a fright, Miss Kaitlin! You've been unconscious for thr

ee

illow," I asked, trying to keep my voic

d by the question, b

the date, my bl

my death. I had been dead for ex

that I was awake, I lay in the silence of the

side myself, searching for the famil

Absolut

any werewolf, I was the lowest of the

. No one in their right mind would ever suspect a sickly, wolfle

was all still there, burning in my chest. But it was no longer a

and walked back to the mirror. I looked

e girl who had drowned

he cold, unyielding f

m b

vow echoed in the deepest,

nroe. Hard

g you stole from me. And I