The first dream arrived like smoke and silk.
Cassie stood in the middle of a huge stone room lined with a hundred growling braziers. Incense—rose, resin, ash—hung heavy in the air. Her white ritual robes stuck to her, wet with sweat and holy oil. Acolytes formed a circle around her, chanting a ritual, mournful hymn, their voices low and rich with something old and sorrowful.
The walls of the temple glowed with gold murals—beasts and gods in eternal hug. At the center, carved above an altar of obsidian and bone, stood the faces of two wolves: one with silver eyes, the other with gold eyes.
Mark and Lark.
Not as she knew them.
They were gods here. Divine, enormous creatures—each bound to a moon. One in charge of the ebbing night. The other, of the dawn rising. And she… she was their br
