Chapter 37 Fog Of Freedom

• Luna's pov
• The sirens hadn’t stopped ringing in my ears since I left the warehouse.
• They weren’t just in the streets—they were inside me. Wailing, screeching, drilling into my skull. My clothes clung to me, stained with dust, dried blood, and sweat that had cooled in patches against my skin. My body ached with every step, and my heart hadn’t slowed down in what felt like hours. Time no longer moved in seconds. It pulsed in fear.