Rejected Luna: He wants me back
Josh cheers and hugs me with one arm, slapping my back.
“It’s time for a celebration now,” Irene grins, and I nod.
“Yeah, we’re going to celebrate. In our home,” I mutter, my eyes drifting to the sky. The road ahead of us is quiet, unlike the time we fought Rowan’s men. My breath comes in ragged gasps, the taste of blood and smoke still strong in my mouth. The sky is starting to change. A red glow creeps over the edge of the world, promising something new. It’s like hope is slowly waking up, painting the sky with its colors. Maybe, just maybe, things can be different now.