The ground shook beneath my feet.
Thousands of black wolves charged across the valley, their red eyes glowing beneath the moonlight.
For a moment, I couldn’t move.
They were coming for me.
Not because I had done anything wrong.
Not because I had chosen this life.
But because of the blood running through my veins.
My fingers tightened around the silver crown.
“Mom…”
My mother grabbed my arm.
“Luna, listen to me.”
I looked at her.
“Who is that man?”
Her eyes were filled with terror.
“Your grandfather.”
I stared at the man standing at the front of the army.
The Blood King.
The man who had supposedly disappeared decades ago.
The man who had destroyed my family.
My grandfather.
“Why does he want me?”
My mother swallowed.
“Because your blood is the key to his power.”
“What
