Killian’s POV
The silence in Howlborne had changed.
The red moon hasn’t faded either.
It wasn’t the kind that came from peace, it was the kind that came from fear. From the unease of a pack that knew something sacred was breaking.
Every time I closed my eyes, I saw her.
Zylia.
My dreams were filled with her. Her name clouded my every thought.
I was going crazy.
Her name felt like a wound I couldn’t stop touching.
The memory of her light; silver and soft, haunted my sleep.
I’d wake drenched in sweat, her voice echoing like a whisper carried by the wind.
“She’s calling to you,” the Moon Priestess had said earlier that morning.
Her pale eyes glowed with the same quiet pity I’d come to despise. “But your path leads to ruin, Alpha. The prophecy still stands.”
I clenched my jaw. “Th
