Chapter 12: Bloodlines and Whispers
The moon was a silver crown above the village, its glow spilling through the canopies and scattering across the rough-hewn cabins of the Moonborne pack. Seren sat on the edge of a wooden bench near the firepit, fingers tracing the frayed hem of the tunic one of the women had lent her. It still smelled faintly of pine and smoke, the scents blending into the wild tang of wolves lingering in the air.
It had been days since her arrival, though she couldn’t tell exactly how many. Time moved differently here, caught between the echo of howls at dusk and the rhythm of training drills at dawn. Every night, she found herself staring at the sky, trying to steady her heart against the truth—the veil was shut behind her, and there was no going back.
But even if t
