Moonstone mysteries; The Werewolf Within

Luna

Two weeks had zipped by since Luna had graced the halls of Moonstone Academy, and the school was buzzing with activity. The dust had settled after the school government elections, with Bryce snagging the presidential spot with ease. Aiva landed the role of general secretary, her sharp wit and organization skills earning her the nod from the principal. And then there was Adam, who snagged the coveted position of minister of all club activities, much to Aiva's playful chagrin.

"Ha, bet you wish you had my job, Aiva," Adam would tease, flashing her a mischievous grin. "I've got all the keys to the kingdom!"

Aiva would fire back with her trademark wit, insisting that she held the true power behind the scenes. It was a playful banter that had become a regular occurrence between them, a testament to their budding friendship.

And then there was Luna. Adam found himself drawn to her in a way he hadn't experienced before. Unlike the other girls he'd crossed paths with, Luna made his heart skip a beat with every smile and laugh. He found himself eagerly lending her a hand whenever she needed it, determined to help her navigate the challenges of being the new kid in town.

As Adam lounged at his desk, waiting for the next period to begin, he couldn't help but reflect on how much his life had changed in just a few short weeks. He thought of Luna and how he could possibly impress her, he knew it would be difficult, but he felt like anything was possible. And as he stole a glance at Luna across the room, he couldn't help but feel a surge of excitement for the adventures that lay ahead.

"What's on your mind?" Luna's voice cut through Adam's thoughts like a knife. He hadn't even realized she was watching him, and the realization made him squirm in his seat.

"It's nothing. Just thinking about this horror movie i watched over the holiday," he fibbed, shifting uncomfortably and avoiding her gaze.

But Luna wasn't easily deterred. Leaning in closer, her eyes flickered with genuine concern as she noticed the scars that marred Adam's skin. "I noticed your scars," she said softly. "They look recent. What happened?"

Adam felt his pulse quicken as he scrambled for an excuse. He couldn't bear to tell Luna the truth about his run-in with Harris, how he'd been pummeled like a punching bag. "Uh, you know, just roughhousing on the basketball court," he stammered, hoping she would buy his feeble explanation.

But Luna wasn't convinced. With a boldness that took Adam by surprise, she leaned in even closer and did something utterly bizarre—she sniffed him. In any other circumstance, Adam might have questioned her sanity, but with Luna, he simply chalked it up to her quirky charm.

Meanwhile, Aiva sat on the opposite side of Adam, her envy simmering beneath the surface as she watched him shower Luna with attention. She couldn't help but feel a pang of jealousy, but she knew there was nothing she could do about it now. With a resigned sigh, she turned her attention to the romance novel in her hands, hoping to lose herself in its pages and forget about the ache in her heart.

Even after class, Aiva couldn't shake the thought of Adam with Luna off her mind. she decided to indulge in tending to her garden by the rooftop, that was the only place she could truly find peace of heart when everything felt so wrong.

It was already around four in the evening as she lugged gardening equipment up the stairs, she spotted Adam strolling by towards the dormitory. This was her chance to finally spend some time with him, to ease the ache in her heart.

"Hey Adam," she called out, her voice soft yet hopeful. "Mind giving me a hand?"

Adam turned towards her, his easy smile lighting up his face. "Sure, I'd love to," he replied, always eager to lend a helping hand. He joked about the smell of the compost, his laughter echoing through the empty hallway.