The shape pressed harder against the door. Its claws scraped the stone, leaving sparks in the air that smelled like burnt metal. My chest felt like it was going to explode. The mark on me blazed, silver light spreading across my skin, hotter than anything I had felt before.
“Asher—please—” I tried to pull back, but he held me tight, like I was fragile glass. I didn’t want Asher to get hurt but he refused to let go of me.
Gage cursed under his breath, gripping a nearby metal rod. “What the hell is that?”
“I… I don’t know.” I said, my voice trembling. My fingers dug into Asher’s shoulder. “It’s… it’s alive.”
Arlo’s eyes were wide behind his book. “The Blood of the First Moon isn’t just a legend.” He whispered. “It’s… it’s a being. It’s trapped behind that door. And it knows you’re the he
