The Nightshade Mountains didn’t just grow cold under a full moon; they became a kingdom of mercury and shadow. Tonight was the Blood Moon Hunt, the first great gathering since Rhiannon’s return. It wasn't a hunt for blood, but a ritual of speed and spirit- a way for the pack to run as one soul.
The air at the tree line was electric. Dozens of wolves, their fur shimmering like polished steel, paced impatiently. In the center of the clearing stood Fenris. He hadn't shifted yet. He remained in his human form, a towering shadow in dark leathers, his eyes already glowing with a feral, golden-blue light.
Rhiannon stood beside him, dressed in light scouting gear. She carried no steel, but her fingers were stained green at the tips from the mountain moss she had been communicating with.
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