GRACE POV
Each passing minute felt like an eternity.
The air in the safe room was suffocating, filled with the kind of silence that eats through bone. Every shallow breath, every tremor, every muffled sob gnawed at my nerves. I could hear the faint metallic hum of the reinforced walls, the soft tremors from the chaos outside. Whatever was happening beyond that door was close. Too close. And huge.
Dim emergency lights flickered every few seconds, throwing nervous shadows against the walls. Women huddled together, some with pups clinging to their legs, others whispering prayers I couldn’t understand—something about a Goddess, something about the moon.
Their fear was contagious, creeping into my lungs until it burned to breathe.
Eilidh, or Luna, or Nessie—depending on which title she wan
