Chapter Fifty–One:
The silence that followed the revelation of the Hunter Association was heavy, thick with the unsaid secrets of a world Luna was only beginning to navigate. She looked down at Damien, his face a map of agony and false sincerity.
"How the hell are you still alive?" she repeated, her voice dropping to a dangerous whisper. "I saw the light leave your eyes that night. I heard the crack of your bones. Dead men don't just wake up and walk back into their senior year."
Damien's hands trembled against the blood-stained tiles. "I swear... I don't know!" he cried, his voice bordering on a sob. "One minute, the world was going dark. I was dying. The pain was—it was everything. And then, the next minute, I just woke up in a clean room. No injuries. No scars. No holes in my chest. Nothing. It was like the last hour of my life had been erased from my body."
