Caleb’s POV
The full moon hung heavy in the sky, its silver light bathing the Bloodhowl cemetery, where the gravestones seemed to whisper memories I would rather forget. The air smelled of damp earth and pine, an aroma that transported me to nights running alongside Eva, her black coat gleaming, her laughter echoing through the forest. But now, in front of me, was Mara, naked, her ebony skin glistening under the moon, her figure a cruel echo of her sister. Her green eyes, so much like Eva’s, stared at me with a mixture of pleading and defiance, her proposal hanging between us like a taut rope ready to snap.
“Marry me, Caleb,” she had said, her voice a whisper heavy with desperation. “Join me, and the Council will see you as the rightful heir. You can save Bloodhowl. You can be the leader
