The forest was still, but Evelyn felt the change in the air. It wasn’t just the wind—it was something deeper, older. Her wolf, Aria, paced restlessly beneath her skin, sensing the shift too. The trees whispered secrets of what was to come, as if the moon herself held her breath.
Evelyn stood atop the ridge overlooking Silvercrest’s training grounds, the place where it had all begun. Where she had once sparred with Damien, laughed with Kendall, and dreamed of a future now long shattered. Below, warriors were gathering, whispering her name with reverence or disbelief.
“She’s back,” someone murmured.
“She carries the Moonfire,” said another.
Evelyn descended the slope like a storm cloaked in grace. She wore a long black cloak clasped with the silver emblem of her father’s pack. Her hair f
