CLARA

Ever since Roberto left, I couldn't sleep. Worried? That was an understatement of how I felt. My mind raced through every possible scenario, each one darker than the last.

I couldn't eat, either. Either minute, a gnawing spark ignited in my gut, like a cruel reminder of his absence. I felt trapped in my own head, unable to reach out to Storm, Landon, or even Roberto.

"For fucks sake, Clara! It's a war! Not some kiddy's joke." The words echoed in my mind, a harsh reminder of the stakes at hand.

In a few hours, it would mark three days since they left. "Oh Moon goddess, please protect my...