The Luna Who Loved Twice

Regina wasn't the paranoid type.

But after what Mandy had said, it was hard not to notice... things.

Little things.

Connor started wearing long sleeves—even on warm days.He stopped coming to class when it rained.And once, during a film discussion, he flinched when someone's silver necklace accidentally brushed his wrist.

Most people would've forgotten.Regina didn't.

She started Googling things like:

"Werewolf myths real?"

"Signs someone might be... not human?"

"Why do people act weird around the full moon?"

The answers were ridiculous.So ridiculous, she wanted to laugh.

But she didn't.

Because deep down, something about all of it made too much sense.

The next day, Regina entered the lecture hall early and watched Connor walk in behind her.

He looked tired. Like he hadn't slept.But his gaze sharpened the moment he saw her.

"Yo," he said, sliding into the seat beside her. "You good?"

Regina hesitated. "Yeah. Why?"

"You've been... distant."

She paused. "Have I?"

"Don't play dumb. You look at me like I've got something on my face."

She nearly replied: Do you have fur on your face during full moons?But instead, she smiled politely. "I'm just tired."

Connor didn't believe her. That was obvious.But he let it go.

For now.

That afternoon, they ended up in the library together—studying, or at least pretending to.

Regina was scrolling on her laptop. A PDF article titled "Folklore & The Full Moon: How Stories Become Symbols" was open in front of her.

Connor leaned over her shoulder, suddenly too close.

"What are you reading?"

She jumped. "Nothing. Just... cultural anthropology."

He peered at the screen.

"You're into monsters now?" he teased.

"Better than being one," she said without thinking.

Connor's expression flickered—only for a second.

Then: "You trying to tell me something?"

She looked at him.

"I don't know. Should I be?"

They locked eyes for a beat too long.Neither blinked.

Finally, he leaned back.

"Be careful," he said quietly, almost amused. "You might find something you don't want to know."

Later, they were walking side by side through the quad.

Connor reached up to rub his neck—and Regina noticed something.

A red scratch mark, just below his collarbone.She gasped. "Are you okay?"

He glanced down, barely bothered.

"Oh. That? Just a tree branch. Walked into it yesterday."

"But... it's gone," she said softly.

She had just seen it.But now, the skin was smooth again.

No blood. No redness.Nothing.

Connor looked at her, brows raised.

"You sure you're okay?"

Regina smiled, but it didn't reach her eyes.

"Yeah," she said.

But her heart was pounding.

What are you?And why do I still want to be around you, even when I'm scared of the answer?