The night had long lifted its veil from the Crescent Moon Pack, yet far away, in the Crimson Blood Pack, unease lingered like smoke after a dying flame. The world outside was calm, but inside the walls of the Crimson Blood’s guest quarters, hearts carried a quiet heaviness.
Elia left her room just as the sun’s first light touched the stone corridors. She lifted the hem of her gown slightly, moving carefully, the soft patter of her footsteps echoing faintly. Her mind was tangled with thought, but she schooled her expression into calm… no one could afford to see her fear. Not now.
When she reached the front of Anana’s room, she stopped for a breath before knocking once.
From inside came the Luna’s clear voice. “Come in.”
Elia opened the door gently. “Anana,” she called softly as she peek
