A week had passed since the exorcism, but the air around Crescent Moon was still heavy with unease. The demon hadn’t been seen, but his presence lingered at the borders—an invisible weight pressing down on the territory. And now, with Nova due to give birth any day, the stakes had never been higher.
The Starseed witches—Saraphina, Elowen, and Mireya—had taken up residence in the guest cabin just beyond the main lodge. Since their arrival, the magical border surrounding Crescent Moon had pulsed with a faint silver glow, a sign of the protection spells they worked tirelessly to maintain. Every morning, Nova could feel the thrum of energy in her bones when she stepped outside. And every night, her dreams still whispered of shadows in the trees.
Nova sat on the edge of her bed, one hand rest
