The night began without warning. One heartbeat, the forest slept beneath its fog; the next, the air split open with light.
A red glow bled across the clouds, turning every drop of rain to fire. The moon—silent for centuries—had returned, but not as it once was. It burned.
Luna felt it before she saw it. Her pulse faltered, then surged until it drowned out everything else. The mark on her wrist flared so brightly she could see her veins lit from within. She gasped, falling to her knees as the ground trembled underfoot. Around her, the forest howled—wolves crying out in pain, fear, and awe.
Valois was already moving. He tore through the trees, his senses raw from the sudden surge of energy. The moment he saw the sky, he froze. The crimson light bathed his pale skin, and something old and
