Chapter 72
THE BLOOD MOON PROPHECY
The ruins grew quieter as the night thickened around them—quieter than any forest should ever be. Even the wind held its breath. The moon above was bruising red around the edges, a warning bleeding into the sky long before the gods intended.
Gabriella felt it pulsing in her bones.
A call.
A demand.
A countdown.
The Devourer’s mark still throbbed on her back, wrapped in bandages the Alphas had placed with trembling hands. Despite their combined healing, the brand shimmered faintly in the shape of ancient runes—Crooked. Angular. Hungry. Her shirt clung to dried blood down her spine, but she didn’t complain. She couldn’t. The wound wasn’t the problem.
The prophecy was.
“Up here,” Rhael whispered, leading the group toward a stone archway partially sw
