(Siena's POV)
The air is quiet but for the murmurs of anticipation echoing softly from gathered Alphas and Lunas.
My heart pounds heavily beneath my ribs, nerves fluttering uncomfortably in my stomach.
Today marks the final day of the second competition—the day that could make or break everything I've fought so desperately to build.
I arrive early, trying desperately to quell my anxiety by reviewing strategy notes scribbled hastily in my notebook.
My fingers tremble slightly as I flip quickly through pages, eyes scanning familiar plans and diagrams. I force myself to breathe deeply, steadying my racing pulse.
Nearby, I sense movement—too close, too deliberate. Glancing up sharply, I find Zion standing just a few feet away, dark eyes fixed intently upon me.
