The crystal’s light faded.
Silence swallowed the courtyard.
Nysera stood frozen, her fingers trembling as fragments of the vision continued to flash through her mind.
A throne.
A crown of moonlight.
A chained beast.
And a voice that refused to leave her.
“Find the Crown before the Blood Moon rises…”
The High Priestess slowly lowered her head.
“The prophecy has awakened.”
Draven stepped beside Nysera, his hand gently resting on her shoulder.
“What exactly is the Rite of Ascension?”
The elderly priestess looked toward the heavens.
“Long before wolves formed packs, before Lycans ruled kingdoms, the Moon Goddess chose one bloodline to protect the balance between light and darkness.”
She looked directly at Nysera.
“The Moonborn.”
Caelan nodded.
“Our ancestors were never ordinar
