Wednesday Night...
It's a quiet evening in the dorm, the usual chaos of the day winding down. Brooke is sprawled on her bed, scrolling through her phone, barely paying attention to the muted sound of music playing from her speaker.
Her room is cozy, posters of her favorite artists lining the walls, and a few textbooks left open on her desk, evidence of a half-finished assignment.
Suddenly, there's a soft slip sound, something sliding under her door. Brooke pauses, her brows furrowing slightly.
No one knocks, and there's no sound of footsteps. Curious, she swings her legs off the bed and walks over, spotting a sleek black envelope lying on the floor.
It's thick, made of expensive-looking paper, and completely unmarked-no name, no return address, just the shimmer of the material catching the light.
Brooke picks it up, feeling a strange twinge of excitement and mystery. Her eyes narrow as she turns it over in her hands, hesitating before carefully opening it.
Inside is a card, black and silver with elegant, intricate designs swirling around the edges. At the center, in bold silver lettering, it reads:
"ᥲᥒ іᥒ᥎і𝗍ᥲ𝗍і᥆ᥒ 𝗍᥆ 𝗍һᥱ ᥙᥒkᥒ᥆ᥕᥒ.
m᥆᥆ᥒᥣі𝗍 ᥲᥕᥲі𝗍s."
Below the title, more text follows in smaller, italicized script:
"ᥙᥒძᥱr 𝗍һᥱ ᥴ᥆᥎ᥱr ᥆𝖿 ძᥲrkᥒᥱss, ᥆ᥙr ძ᥆᥆rs ᥆⍴ᥱᥒ 𝗍᥆ 𝗍һ᥆sᥱ sᥱᥱkіᥒg m᥆rᥱ. 𝗍һᥱ һіძძᥱᥒ, 𝗍һᥱ ᥙᥒs⍴᥆kᥱᥒ, 𝗍һᥱ ᥙᥒ𝖿᥆rgᥱ𝗍𝗍ᥲᑲᥣᥱ. ᑲᥱ ᥲ𝗍 𝗍һᥱ ᥆ᥣძ ᥣіᑲrᥲrᥡ ᥲ𝗍 mіძᥒіgһ𝗍, 𝖿rіძᥲᥡ. ᥕᥱᥲr ᑲᥣᥲᥴk."
Brooke stares at the card for a long moment, her mind racing. She's never heard of this "Moonlit", and there's no indication of who sent the invitation or how they knew to find her.
It feels exclusive, almost like a secret society. She checks the clock on her wall-Wednesday night. Just two days until Friday.
Her heart beats a little faster. She's not the type to back down from an adventure, but the mystery of it all makes her cautious. Who were these people? What exactly was Moonlit? And why her?
With the card still in her hand, Brooke sits back on her bed, staring at it in the dim light. She runs her fingers over the elegant silver text, feeling the weight of the decision in front of her.
Something about this invitation feels... powerful, as if accepting it could change something in her life.
Friday couldn't come soon enough.
The next morning, Brooke sits with her best friend, Sasha, in their usual spot at the campus café.
The place is buzzing with students grabbing coffee and breakfast before classes, but at their small corner table, it feels like their own little world.
Sasha is mid-sentence, talking about her latest Tinder match, when Brooke pulls the black card from her bag and slides it across the table.
"What's this?" Sasha stops, raising an eyebrow as she picks up the card, her eyes scanning over the intricate design. "An invitation? Girl, what did you get yourself into now?"
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Moonlit Secrets || Werewolves
Người sóiOn a busy college campus at the start of the fall semester. Brooke Gates is a regular girl with a sense of adventure, clothed in a leather jacket and a black beanie. Her childhood was a tragedy, with her parents dying in a fire and no accidents, lea...
