Chasing His Silent Luna Back
the scar-faced man warns, suddenly pressing the knife to my throat.
I freeze.
Moon Goddess above, I’m going to die here, and Thea–
No.
Not like this.
A strange warmth wells up in the pit of my stomach, a searing heat that makes its way up to my throat, then burns like my lips are on fire, then–
“You will let us pass, and we will make it to the schoolbus unharmed,”
My command echoes across the clearing like a deafening burst of thunder, and the world seems to stand still.