-Octavia-
Memories came crashing back the moment I was released from my chains and thrown into the fighting pit. The ground beneath me was rough and sandy, and shadows loomed large around the edges of the arena, hiding the people watching.
Bright lights shone down, but all I could focus on was the sand beneath my feet. I felt eyes on me, but they weren’t Valerio’s pack. I had no idea where they were, and that gnawed at me. All I could hope was that if I won this battle, I’d be able to free them—if they were still alive.
It felt strange, thinking this way. I was acting like a real luna, and for once, it didn’t make me want to throw up. So much had changed. I remembered the hatred I had felt the last time I was in this pit, fighting Valerio. Now? I was still filled with hate, but not tow
