Tyla’s POV
The moon cracked.
Not figuratively.
Not symbolically.
Not in prophecy or metaphor.
The sky split open with a sound like the universe inhaling sharply—
a brittle, crystalline snap
that shook the air down to its bones.
The light dimmed, flickered, pulsed in stuttering waves across the heavens.
Even the Moon Court—the strongest, most ancient warriors alive—reacted the same way I did:
They froze.
The Priestess stepped backward, head snapping up, robes flaring in the wind like torn parchment. Her pupils constricted, glowing white swallowing her irises entirely.
“No,” she whispered.
“No—this cannot be—”
Arthur pulled me closer, every muscle in his body coiled so tightly I could feel the tremors through his arms. His chest heaved behind me, breath ragged, eyes locked on t
