Back at the Crescent Moon compound, Nova startled awake. She sat up quickly, breath shallow, heart racing.
Kade... River... the forest... Sasha.
The dream had been short but vivid. She saw Sasha kneeling, surrounded by chanting figures, and heard a voice—not hers, not River’s—but his.
The demon.
“She will open the gate. The blood is old. The blood is strong.”
Nova rubbed her temples, heart pounding. She hadn’t had a vision that clear since River was born.
From the crib, River stirred. His hands twitched. Then—suddenly—he opened his eyes, and they glowed with a soft silver-blue light.
Nova gasped. She ha never seen Rivers eyes like this before. What did all of this mean? Between the vision she just had, and seeing her own son like this, she could hardly take any more of this.
“Rive
