(Unknown POV)
Maria woke with a scream lodged in her throat. She clutched her throat and tried to calm her heartbeat. She looked around, and her two mates were present beside her. She thanked the heavens that It was just a dream but it scared the sh*t out of her.
The tent was silent around her, save for the flicker of embers in the brazier near the flap. But her skin was slick with sweat, her pulse hammering like drums. She wiped her forehead with the back of her hand. A whisper still echoed in her head—soft, ancient, not her own.
“They are not done with you, child of moon and blood.”
She sat up, clutching the furs, and the scent of ash clung to her like a memory.
The First Luna had come to her.
Not in a dream. Not in madness.
But in prophecy.
But what was the warning about… She ha
