The vision dragged the healer deeper. Her body trembling as the darkness around her shifted into something far worse…
A battlefield drenched in the taste of dread.
The night was cloaked in silence, until a low, thunderous bell tolled across the Blue Moon Pack. Its belly-deep clang reverberated through stone and bone alike. The healer’s chest seized.
It was the signal.
The Wanderers had crossed the borders.
The temple doors of the Moon Goddess stood open, the statue with her eternal, outstretched hand glowing faintly beneath the moonlight. From the basin in her palm, the holy waters poured into the fountain of warriors, a river of light meant to fill them with divinity.
The warriors stepped forward, drinking deeply, thirsting for the power of their ancestors.
But… nothing came.
Ther
