Call to Arms

*Roxy!*

Luna Maura’s frantic mind-link violently jolted Roxana out of a dead sleep, striking her brain with the force of a physical blow.

*What? What happened, Luna? What?* Roxana mind-linked back in a groggy daze, her hand immediately slapping blindly against the nightstand to grab her phone. The glaring digital screen illuminated the pitch-black room.

2:32 a.m.

*You’ve got to be kidding