Carson didn’t just die.
He was taken.
Far beyond the safety of the Redmoon borders, where even wolves rarely dared to roam, something ancient stirred—something that had been watching… waiting.
Her name was Devolina.
Once an angel, long before the world forgot what angels truly were.
Now?
Something else entirely.
A fallen being—twisted by hunger, corrupted by power, sustained by one thing alone:
Magic.
And Carson… was not ordinary.
Born of you and Alex, carrying both Alpha blood and the lingering traces of your dark magic, his soul was… rare.
Bright.
Potent.
Irresistible.
The Night Carson Died
He had wandered farther than usual that evening.
Laughing.
Carefree.
Alive.
Until the forest went silent.
No birds.
No wind.
Just… stillness.
“Hello?” Carson had called out, his
