Rise of the Final Blood Moon
The path east wound through lands that no longer obeyed the laws of either realm.
Rivers flowed upward into clouds that glowed red; forests shimmered between life and ash. The sky pulsed as if it had a heartbeat, every throb of crimson brighter than the last.
By the second night, Selene could no longer tell where time began or ended. Every step she took echoed backward, as if her past were walking beside her.
Kaen moved carefully, his fur sparking with silver light at every shift in the air. The child walked silently between them, its glow fading to a dull ember.
“The Blood Moon,” Selene whispered. “It’s almost full.”
The child nodded. “I can feel it inside me—like something calling my name in every heartbeat.”
The Heart within Selene pulsed in warning.
