The Moon and the Fae

Prologue

The vision came to Princess Aelira on the night of the blood moon. The silver pools of her scrying mirror rippled, revealing a pair of golden eyes glowing in the darkness. A shadowed figure stood beside her, its presence a paradox of comfort and menace. The vision whispered promises of unity, but also of danger—a prophecy veiled in riddles.

“The Wildwood,” Aelira murmured, her breath fogging the cold air. Her fingertips brushed the mirror’s surface, and the image dissolved into silver mist.

The elders had warned her of the ancient forest, a place where the veil between realms thinned and magic ran wild. Wolves ruled those lands, savage beasts that despised the fae. To step beyond the borders of her kingdom was to invite death.

But Aelira could not ignore the pull of fate. She had seen the darkness creeping at the edges of her realm, an unnatural force threatening to consume both fae and mortal alike. And she knew, deep in her soul, that the golden-eyed figure in her vision held the key to stopping it.

Wrapping her silver cloak around her shoulders, Aelira made her decision. She would defy the warnings, cross into the Wildwood, and seek the truth—no matter the cost.