Twelve

"Still here then!" Delia shoved me into the wall, and I wanted to smack the life out of her, but I composed myself. I would have been six feet under. Janie stood by her side, her expression mirroring Delia's disapproval.

I took a deep breath, steadying myself. The newfound confidence I had gained from my conversation with my father still lingered, bolstering my resolve. "Delia, Janie," I began, my voice steady and calm. "I understand that you may not agree with my decision, but it is my choice."

Delia scoffed, her eyes rolling dramatically. "Your choice? You're throwing away the chance to be a Luna for some warrior training."

I met her gaze, unfaltering. "Delia, just because something is traditional doesn't mean it's the right path for everyone. I've spent my whole life conforming to my expectations and realized I must follow my dreams and passions."

Janie crossed her arms, her face a mask of scepticism. "But what about the bond? The security, the connection it provides?"