The sun hadn’t yet set, but the forest already felt darker.
The clearing where the Moon Mother had appeared was quiet now, the runes buried beneath leaves and ash.
Yet I could still feel her presence, a cold hum beneath my skin, whispering and waiting.
Ronan hadn’t spoken since we left the forest.
He’d just walked beside me, his silence heavy enough to crush me.
When we reached the Alpha’s hall, the guards stiffened. The scent of fear and curiosity clung to the air, they’d seen the glow, heard the howling wind, and maybe even felt the tremor that shook the ground.
Ronan dismissed them with a single command. His voice was calm, but I could feel the storm brewing beneath it.
The moment the doors shut, he turned to me.
“What did she show you?”
I swallowed hard. “Not much. Just… a wom
