Silence swallowed the clearing whole.
Snow drifted softly through the night air while dozens of Black Hollow warriors stood frozen beneath the pines, staring at Luna Lyra as silver light slowly faded from her skin.
No one moved.
No one spoke.
The dead rogue Alpha lay motionless nearby with an arrow lodged through its skull.
Kael stood several feet away, chest rising heavily from battle while shock remained carved across his face.
His gaze never left Lyra.
Moon Goddess.
He looked terrified.
Not of the rogues.
Of her.
Lyra’s breathing turned uneven as the last traces of silver energy disappeared from her fingertips. The strange power beneath her skin slowly quieted, though her pulse still thundered violently in her ears.
What had just happened?
The question echoed through her mi
