They moved swiftly through the forest, Caelum leading the way with his silver wings tucked tight against his back, his every step precise and measured. The fight with the Iron Howl mercenaries had taken its toll, but there was no time to rest. The danger of being caught was far too real, and their window of escape was narrowing with every passing moment.
Sera kept pace beside him, her mind still reeling from the intensity of the battle. The power inside her had surged again, more easily this time, and she had felt the connection between them, Caelum and herself, grow even stronger. But with it came a new kind of fear—fear of what she was becoming, and what it might cost her.
She had always been taught that the Blood-Moon Girl was meant to be a sacrifice, her fate sealed by the Silver Oat
