The Mark of the Moonblood
The forest was too silent.
Not the calm kind of silence, but the hollow, suffocating quiet that whispered of something ancient watching from between the trees.
Alpha Kael kept Nara pressed close as they moved deeper into the moonlit path. His grip was protective, possessive… almost desperate. Every crunch of the leaves beneath their boots echoed louder than it should, vibrating through the night air like a warning.
Nara’s heart wouldn’t slow.
Even though she tried to focus on her breathing, she kept hearing the words the Oracle had spoken earlier that night:
“The heir walks among us. The forgotten one rises.”
She had felt the entire room tremble when the Oracle looked at her.
At her.
But Kael had dragged her out before anyone could question what the words
