VANESSA'S POV
The cult leader's words were a poison, but they were also a map. He had drawn a target on our backs, and in doing so, he had given us the shape of our enemy. The vague threat of an "eclipse" was now a tangible event, a convergence we could prepare for.
The energy in the Eclipse Pack shifted overnight. The solemn respect from the day before hardened into a grim, focused determination. The threat was no longer abstract; it was a fanatic in our cells whispering about shrouded moons and stolen light. It was personal.
I saw it in the way the warriors trained now. Their sparring was sharper, more brutal. They didn't just fight to win; they fought to survive an enemy that fought without honor. I saw it in the way the mothers gathered their children closer, their eyes scanning the
