Luna turned ten years old looking like a thirteen-year-old, and with that physical maturity came complications her parents hadn't fully anticipated. The academy had grown to forty students, and among the new arrivals was a boy named Asher.
He was twelve, from a distant coastal pack, with the ability to manipulate wind currents. He was handsome in a way that made other students stare, confident without being arrogant, and from his first day, he noticed Luna.
"You're the bridge child," he said during lunch on his second day. "I've heard stories, but they didn't mention you were pretty."
Luna, who'd faced down the Moon Goddess and the Void without flinching, felt her cheeks heat. "I'm Luna. And thank you, I guess?"
Maya, sitting beside her, mentally broadcast amusement directly into Luna'
