Darkness crashed over me like a tidal wave, swallowing every inch of my consciousness.
I knew I was alive, could feel my heartbeat and breath, but the entire world seemed to be pressed down by an invisible force, suffocating me.
Every cell in my body was on fire, and the flames were foreign and violent—they spread through me, as though they wanted to tear me apart.
But at the same time, that force, that power, stirred something deep inside me.
A familiar whisper echoed in my mind:
“Meghan Holloway, the time of your awakening is here. The moon’s blood flows, draw from your true essence.”
I wanted to open my eyes, to stand up, but an immense pulling force trapped me, unable to break free.
Everything around me was pitch black, only faint silver lights flickered in the distance.
“The m
