The night after the battle, Twin Moon was silent.
Smoke rose like ghosts above the valley, and the wind carried the scent of ash and sorrow. The pack mourned their fallen, but Darius couldn’t stay among them.
He stood alone in the ruins of the old temple, where the first Luna’s statue still crumbled beneath vines and dust. The same place where Damon had last stood.
His fingers brushed the cold stone of the altar. “You knew, didn’t you?” he murmured. “About the curse. About us.”
The statue’s cracked eyes seemed to stare back at him.
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A whisper drifted through the chamber — faint, almost like a memory.
“Two hearts, one soul. Two lives, one death.”
Darius froze. “Who’s there?”
The air shimmered, and a faint light appeared — not Selene’s, but something older. A woman’s figure emerged
