Chapter 10: Blood Moon Rising
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POV: Kael Draven
The Blood Moon rose like an omen, casting the Blackthorn keep in an eerie crimson glow. It was the first Blood Moon in a century—the last one marked the day the first Abyssbound was sealed.
Kael stood on the edge of the battlements, his hands gripped tight around the railing. His wolf stirred uneasily beneath his skin. The pack was tense. The air vibrated with foreboding.
This moon wasn’t natural.
It had been called.
Summoned.
Seraphina joined him, her mark glowing brighter than ever, as if the moon fed off it.
“The veil is thinning,” she said quietly.
He nodded. “It wants through.”
“And I think it knows the way now.”
Kael looked down at her. Her skin was pale beneath the red sky, but her eyes burned with resolve. He had feared losing her. Now he feared what it might take to keep her alive.
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POV: Ryker Vale
In the war room, Ryker studied the ancient texts scattered across the table. Hollowpine’s betrayal had forced them to move fast. War was imminent, but the real danger wasn’t steel or claws.
It was magic.
Dark, old magic.
The texts spoke of the Thirteenth Fang, an unrecorded bloodline born of both shadow and flame—ones capable of becoming vessels for the Abyss itself.
And one name appeared repeatedly.
Vale.
Ryker’s hand froze on the parchment.
He looked up at the full red moon.
“Am I the key… or the gate?”
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POV: Caelum of Hollowpine
The Blood Moon was his sign.
From the depths of the Hollowpine woods, Caelum led his true pack—no longer Hollowpine, but something darker. His wolves howled beneath the red sky, their eyes glowing with unnatural light.
The Abyss was inside them now. It whispered of victory, of a new age where no Alpha ruled—only the void.
Caelum smiled as he raised his staff, the forest around him pulsing like a heartbeat.
“Tonight, we begin the unsealing.”
POV: Abyssbound (Fragment)
Three seals remained.
One cracked.
One bound in fire.
One unaware of its power.
Soon, the blood will flow.
And when the Blood Moon faded…
The world would never be the same.
POV: Seraphina Vale
The Blood Moon pulsed like a second heart in the sky.
Seraphina stood at the altar of the Ancients, deep within the Mooncrest Caverns. The seal on her shoulder burned with feverish heat, responding to the magic swirling around her. The cavern was carved with forgotten runes—warnings, prayers, and promises—all leading to one truth:
If the third seal broke… the Abyss would walk the earth.
Kael stood guard behind her, his blade drawn, his presence anchoring her.
The ritual began.
A chant passed through her lips—ancient words she didn’t know she knew. The runes on the cavern walls glowed in answer. Energy flooded the room, thick with memory and prophecy.
But the moment her blood touched the stone altar, everything went wrong.
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POV: Kael Draven
A rift tore open behind Seraphina, sucking in light and heat. He lunged to pull her back, but dark tendrils lashed out from the void, striking him across the chest and hurling him into the wall.
He roared, shifting mid-air, fur and fangs erupting as he hit the stone with a sickening c***k.
The tendrils wrapped around Seraphina’s arms, lifting her from the ground, dragging her toward the rift. Her eyes glowed silver and gold, her mark pulsing with frantic warning.
And then—he saw him.
Caelum.
Standing within the rift, untouched by the chaos. His face was calm, smug even, as if this had always been his plan.
“The seal must open,” Caelum whispered. “And through her… we ascend.”
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POV: Seraphina Vale
Agony ripped through her body as the void tried to peel the seal from her soul. She screamed—but she didn’t let go. She reached deep, into the fire Kael gave her. Into the bloodline that made her Vale and Luna and something more.
Her eyes locked onto Caelum.
“You’ll never control me,” she snarled.
She reached into the void—and burned it.
The fire exploded, not from Kael this time, but from her own soul. The cavern shook as the rift snapped shut, screaming in protest. The tendrils incinerated. The air stilled.
She collapsed, unconscious in Kael’s arms.
But as he held her close, the stone altar split.
A single word was etched in flame beneath it.
“One remains.”
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POV: Abyssbound
Two seals broken.
One left.
And the girl had fire.
But fire could be extinguished.
It only needed to find the spark.
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