(Third Person POV-Darius)
The moon wasn’t up yet.
It didn’t matter. He could feel it anyway. A pull in his blood. A pressure behind his eyes. Five days. Maybe less.
Darius Nightbane stood on the balcony of obsidian and looked north.
The Nightbane territory stretched below him. Black trees. Black stone. Black sky. His wolves moved like shadows between them. Disciplined. Quiet. Waiting for his word.
He hated waiting.
Behind him, the throne room was empty. He’d sent them all away. Advisors. Betas. The seer’s bones were still on the table, laid out in the pattern she’d died making.
“The last Thorn wakes under the full moon,”
she’d rasped. Blood on her teeth. “Moon-touched. She can break bonds. She can make them. Find her before she chooses.”
He had been looking for ten years.
Ten
