From Rags to Luna

It was Alpha Frank's first time laying eyes on me. And when he got a proper look—once the light revealed me fully—his brows drew together. There I stood: bruised, bleeding, and unkempt. Frozen in place, I clutched my tray to my rising chest like a shield. Then, without warning, he turned to the crowd and let out a growl so loud the pillars shook. "Who put my Luna in these rags?!"

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