Damian's P.O.V.
The next morning, as the first light of dawn filtered through the trees, we returned to the packhouse with a renewed sense of purpose. Whatever doubts had lingered the night before were gone, replaced by a fierce determination.
“I think I know where to start,” Kiera said as we entered the war room.
The elders, already gathered, turned to us with questioning looks.
She stepped forward, placing her hand on the moonstone. “The bond between Damian and me isn’t just a weapon or a key. It’s a guide. If we’re meant to stop the old ones, then this bond will show us how.”
The room fell silent, her words hanging heavy in the air.
One of the elders, Selene, finally spoke. “What are you proposing, Luna?”
“I’m proposing we follow the bond,” Kiera said. “If the moonstone is part o
