The winds howled through the Shadowfang peaks, echoing across the canyons like mournful spirits mourning time long forgotten. The land seemed to hold its breath in the wake of the prophecy, its pulse beating in rhythm with the stunned hearts of every soul who’d witnessed the Seers’ appearance. Word of the Blood Moon Accord and the whispered fate of Kaelin and Theron’s unborn child spread faster than wildfire, igniting passion, rebellion, and fear across the packs.
Kaelin stood in the hollow of the cliffside, her eyes tracing the horizon where crimson faded to dawn gold. She had not slept. Could not sleep. The Seers' final words had dug under her skin like thorns—sharp, painful, and impossible to ignore.
“When the third moon rises and the black sun bleeds…”
What did it mean? When? How?
