Ava' POV
The stars looked wrong.
As I stood atop the old ridge overlooking the former Silverfang border, I realized they had shifted—subtle, almost unnoticeable, but undeniably different. The sky was bleeding at the edges, painted in hues of violet and crimson that weren’t meant to exist in nature.
“He’s nearly here,” I whispered, eyes locked on the swirling clouds above.
Damon stood beside me, jaw clenched, arms crossed tightly. “How long until the final phase?”
Cyrus, who was leafing through the last of the ancient texts we’d retrieved from the Whispering Thorns, spoke without looking up. “The prophecy mentions The Crimson Eclipse—a night when blood eclipses the moon. That’s three nights from now.”
Three nights.
Seventy-two hours.
That was all we had.
“Are you sure it’s not toni
