Luna was eighteen when the hostile bridges made their final move. She'd been lulled into a false sense of security by two years of relative peace. The truce had held. Bridge communications remained cordial if distant. She'd almost forgotten they considered her a threat.
The attack came not through violence but through law. The Bridge Council—the official governing body of bridge children that Luna had never recognized—issued a formal summons.
"Luna Nightshade, you are commanded to appear before the Continental Bridge Tribunal to answer charges of reckless bridge maintenance, unauthorized realm negotiation, and endangering cosmic stability through experimental consciousness techniques."
The summons arrived via a neutral messenger, an elderly wolf named Thomas who delivered it with obviou
