“When the Moon Bleeds”
The sky churned with storm clouds, heavy and brooding. The moon, once bright and silver, hung veiled behind a mist of crimson-tinged clouds. It was an omen. Rowan had seen such a sky once before—in an old Alpha’s tale passed down in half-whispers around firelight. The moon bleeds when the past returns to claim the present.
At the edge of their camp, Rowan stood fully shifted, his massive black wolf form bristling with power. Caleb was beside him, smaller but no less fierce, his silver coat marked with the fresh scar across his shoulder—the place where he'd taken a blow meant for a pup. Their eyes met briefly.
Are you ready? Rowan’s question was unspoken, but Caleb's steady gaze answered loud enough.
He was.
From beyond the tree line, the sound of war stirred. Dr
