The moon cast an ethereal glow over the silent pack house, its soft light barely illuminating the darkened hallways. Royce, heart pounding with a mix of anticipation and trepidation, crept down the corridor towards the former Luna’s bedroom. Her mind was a whirlwind of thoughts, each one circling back to Abigail, the former Luna whose place she was now destined to fill.
The weight of her legacy and sudden absence hung heavy in the air, a constant reminder of the pressure Royce was under to find answers about what happened to her predecessor.
As she approached the door, she noticed the subtle signs of tampering - a slightly askew doorknob, a faint scratch on the handle. It wasn’t like this before, so someone had been mulling around the same idea that Royce had. A shiver ran down her sp
