Chapter 55

“Because you must,” Rosalyn said firmly, eyes serious but gentle as she reached for my hands, giving them a reassuring squeeze. “The harvest isn’t just a mere celebration, Selah. It marks your place here—as Luna. It’s a declaration.”

I sighed, pulling my hands away to tuck my hair behind my ears, avoiding her earnest gaze. “It feels more like a trap. Like they’re waiting for me to fail.”

She gave