The summer before junior year, seven friends from a sleepy coastal town stumbled into something they were never meant to find. It started with a meteor shower. Luna Starling convinced everyone to sneak out after midnight to watch it from an abandoned lighthouse overlooking the ocean. “Come on,” Luna had said, practically vibrating with excitement. “It’s the biggest meteor shower in like, fifty years. If we don’t go, the universe will be offended.” Nova rolled her eyes. “The universe can text me.” But she came anyway. So did everyone else At 2:22 AM—a fact Luna would never stop mentioning—a blazing silver object tore across the sky and crashed into the cliffs beneath the lighthouse.